C64 Play with Fire

Ming Zhu's body trembled. When Yang Ping hugged her waist, touching her skin through the thin fabric, the warmth of her touch made her tremble, as though a small stream was flowing deep inside her heart. Her heart was sore, numb, and her long legs couldn't help but tighten.

In Yang Ping's domineering aura, Ming Zhu had no way of resisting. She simply closed her eyes, bit her red lips