Ye Qiu's hands clung tightly to Xu Wendong, her nails lightly sinking into his back, as if she were handing her entire self over to him.
She softly murmured Xu Wendong's name, her voice filled with intoxication and longing.
With Xu Wendong's movements, Ye Qiu's breathing grew more and more hurried, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy, completely immersed in this blazing love.
Xu Wendong's palm slowly covered her soft breast, gently kneading; Ye Qiu's body suddenly trembled, a tender little cry slipping from her throat.
His hand slid down along the curve of her waist, lifting her skirt, his fingers roaming over her long, shapely thighs.
Ye Qiu's legs subconsciously pressed together slightly, then slowly relaxed, her delicate body writhing just a bit, actively meeting his caresses.
Xu Wendong gently stripped Ye Qiu's clothes away, and the moonlight filtered through the gauze window to spill over her body, revealing her exquisite figure in full.
