Lin Yiren's movements grew increasingly bold and passionate, her waist swaying like a Spirit Snake driven by desire, twisting and turning madly, each powerful undulation carrying an endless allure and primal force.
Her body arched dramatically backward, her ink-like long hair cascading down her back like a black waterfall, strands dancing wildly with her frenzied movements, like spirits ignited by lust in the night.
Xu Wendong stared at her intently, his gaze filled with infatuation and deep emotion.
His hands, as if attracted by magnets, slowly moved upward, finally gently grasping Lin Yiren's supple chest.
The wonderful sensation instantly reached his heart, and he could genuinely feel the burning warmth and slight trembling beneath her skin.
Lin Yiren's moans gradually became high and piercing, her voice filled with volcanic, fiery love and ravenous desire for Xu Wendong, as well as the floodgates opening on eighteen years of suppressed emotions.
