C170 Again

The night was a mess.

Mi Su felt as if she was a skiff floating in the deep sea, being hit by fierce waves one after another. Along the way, she didn't even have the chance to rest.

Every time he moaned, a moment later, the man's warm, dexterous lips and tongue stopped him.

All that was left was a groan that sounded like a cat's soft and incoherent moan.

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Early morning