Shen Qinglan was trembling with shame, yet she dared not defy.
Her hand trembled as she reached back, using her slender fingers to spread her swollen pink lips.
The delicate hole, due to excessive use, was slightly protruding outward, uncontrollably contracting and squeezing out more white cloudy liquid.
Chen Nan's gaze darkened, and he suddenly leaned forward, his tongue maliciously sweeping over her sensitive folds.
"No... don't lick... ah!"
Shen Qinglan screamed, trying to dodge, but he firmly held her waist.
His agile tongue mercilessly pierced her fragile back hole, recklessly stirring between the undeveloped folds.
The dual stimulation was nearly driving Shen Qinglan to the brink of collapse.
Her fingertips dug deep into the bedsheet, her insteps were taut, and all her muscles spasmed from excessive pleasure.
The flower hole uncontrollably sprayed out a clear liquid, wetting the man's chin!
