In the quiet moonlit night, Jiang Yun felt the volcanic passion that had been buried deep in his heart.
This passion, amidst the sweet atmosphere of the cold woman, was emanating more and more intensely from Jiang Yun's lower body, enveloping and burning within her.
Jiang Yun slowly turned Han Rou's tender body in front of her, and Han's fiery body suddenly embraced Jiang Yun, kissing her tightly with the lips that Jiang Yun had longed for.
Han's lips were so soft, delicate, and fragrant, mixed with a persistent love, that Jiang Yun was completely captivated.
Accompanied by such a long and deep kiss, a fragrant, sweet, and moist sensation, like nectar, flowed into Jiang Yun's mouth. Ah! Cold…
Jiang Yun savored this unprecedented sweetness, her desire reaching a state of extreme excitement.
Han's tongue tip was wet, soft, and smooth. Jiang Yun passionately sucked on Han's tender tongue tip, greedily swallowing streams of fragrant saliva.
Jiang Yun's hand involuntarily reached down to Han's crotch, touching the smooth and delicate inner thigh. The touch of that skin, as smooth as cream, made Jiang Yun feel as if she were on a cloud.
Jiang Yun kissed Han's neck all the way down, as if kissing a flower garden, fragrant, soft and tender.
Every inch of Han's skin, every part of her body, was a piece of exquisite craftsmanship. Jiang Yun admired and played with it repeatedly with her burning lips and thirsty fingers, lingering there, never satisfied.
When Jiang Yun's hand touched Han's buttocks, their lips were still tightly pressed together, but Jiang Yun could smell that Han's breathing had become heavy.
Jiang Yun pressed hard on Han's buttocks, causing the pubic hair on Han's lower abdomen to rub against Jiang Yun's erect penis. Han trembled with excitement as he responded.
Strike while the iron is hot, Jiang Yun kneaded Han's smooth buttocks with his hands, then moved from behind into Han's cleft, touching Han's sparse pubic hair.
Jiang Yun felt that Han's crotch was already wet, and Han's petals were open. As Jiang Yun's fingers slowly inserted and gently massaged her,
Han suddenly felt hot and weak all over. The tip of his tongue, which was swirling in Han Tan's mouth, felt a large amount of warm saliva flowing out of Han's mouth.
Sweet and delicious, Jiang Yun swallowed it all in one go.
Jiang Yun helped the limp Han Qing lean against the chair by the window, causing Han Qing to lean back.
With her legs spread wide in front of Jiang Yun, Han, already lost in passion, could only subconsciously shake her head and groan.
The large and small petals, swollen from the cold and congestion, were exposed to Jiang Yun's view without reservation: the enchanting entrance to the Peach Blossom Spring was right before his eyes.
It had already opened wide, revealing pale pink flesh and that luscious pink pearl.
Unable to contain her desire, she twisted her waist repeatedly in an attempt to relieve the burning fire within her heart.
As the cold writhed, the tender flesh of the secluded valley opened and closed slowly, as if anticipating something.
A trickle of clear spring water gushed out, flowing down her thighs along her crotch.
Even after ejaculating, the dragon remained hot and hard, its head resting on Han Ying's fair, round, and perky buttocks.
Jiang Yun forced Han to kneel and lay down on the bed. Unable to resist the urge, Jiang Yun used his sticky, wet dragon to press against Han's overflowing, tender flesh from behind, grinding it around.
Two restless hands rubbed and kneaded the pair of high, firm breasts in front of Han's body. Before long, under Jiang Yun's teasing,
A blush appeared on her fair, jade-like cheeks, and her breathing gradually became heavier as she involuntarily hummed softly.
The feeling of emptiness and tingling inside her body, compared to the burning desire of the dragon, made her cold, slippery buttocks sway incessantly with the rhythm of the dragon.