"Sister Yan, let's go to the bedroom and rest for a bit. I'm feeling tired," Li Long, 18 years old, said suddenly while holding Youyou.
"Alright..." Zhu Feiyan murmured.
Once the three were on the bed, Li Long gently placed Youyou to one side. Observing Sister Yan's alluring pose, her snow-white legs exposed, he felt a surge of desire. He swiftly moved over her, and as Sister Yan gasped, he parted her thighs, pressing his face between them, kissing and savoring the delicate, warm skin.
"Xiaolong... don't... please... stop," Zhu Feiyan whispered, her voice restrained to avoid waking Youyou. Li Long, undeterred, used both hands to part her round thighs, revealing soft, glossy curls. The tender, vibrant folds contrasted with a younger woman's, glistening with sticky moisture.
"Xiaolong... Youyou might hear..." Zhu Feiyan pleaded, her voice trembling.
