And Li Feng finally moved.
He caught both of her wrists in one hand with effortless strength, pulling her forward until her naked body slammed against his chest.
Her full breasts pressed firmly against him as she struggled wildly.
"Enough." he said calmly, though his voice carried a hint of amusement. "You're going to hurt yourself at this rate."
Purple Death thrashed in his grip, legs kicking, thighs still trembling and slick with his white seed.
"Let go of me, you perverted bastard!" she snarled, trying to headbutt him. "I'll bite your throat out! I'll rip your balls off! I'll— mmph?!"
Li Feng silenced her with a deep kiss, one hand firmly holding her soft waist while the other released her wrist and moved down to knead her juicy, plump rear possessively.
"Mmm—!!"
Purple Death tried to bite the invading tongue with all her strength, but it felt as hard as steel.
Her teeth couldn't even leave a mark.
'Why is this guy's every body part so ridiculously tough?!'
