The innermost little entrance looked like a baby's tiny mouth, opening and closing, as if inviting the man to enter.
Lin Hao lowered his head, stretched out that rough, thick tongue, and licked upward from below.
"Slrrrp..."
His tongue slid up from the crescent-shaped, plump lips, the marvelous feeling of softness and flesh making Liao Jiarong's delicate body tremble with pleasure, her legs squeezing together tighter in an effort to resist.
But unfortunately, Lin Hao was clearly ready for this, pinning down her long legs firmly, an expression of unquenchable desire on his face.
"It's dirty... Don't lick me there..."
Liao Jiarong blushed furiously, her voice tender and full of protest.
"Who said it's dirty? The taste down here is wonderful, just like honey—sweet and fragrant!"
As he spoke, Lin Hao even stuck out his tongue and licked around his own lips.
