After some time, Li Feng's breathing grew rough, and he felt like his little brother was about to explode.
Desire filled his mind until there was little else left.
The softness in his palm and mouth, the faint sounds she tried to swallow, the way her body kept yielding even while her face stayed hidden… it all burned through what patience he had left.
Leaning back up, he licked his lips and hurriedly pulled the rest of his robe off, throwing it aside.
Then he looked down.
Purple Death still hid her face beneath her arms, breathing heavily.
"Haa… Haaa... Haa…"
Both of her large breasts were wet with his saliva, those enticing buds stiff and slick.
They rose and fell in time with her breathing, making the sight even more alluring.
Looking at that delicious sight... this meal waiting so obediently for him to devour, Li Feng snapped and began to undress her.
She continued to avoid his gaze and remained silent.
