A torso.
Zheng Changliang "ravaged" it for a full twenty minutes.
When he finally straightened up.
The girl's smooth skin had already become unbearable to look at.
Crimson bloodstains almost covered her entire body, and she groaned in pain, continually gasping for breath.
Yet this was not the end, but merely the beginning.
As the pants slid down.
Two smooth, slender legs emerged in stark view.
This was not his main focus.
His gaze immediately fell upon the sparse patch of hair between her legs.
Beneath the patch.
Was a high mound like a bun-shaped garden.
This was a piece of untamed land, still in a primitive, hazy, and closed state.
The more he looked, the more he liked it, the more invigorated he became.
Without a word.
He forcibly spread the girl's legs wide.
Then buried his head straight into it, extending his sallow tongue, delightfully savoring the experience.
After a few minutes.
