Yang Fan's kiss made Xue Ting surrender in an instant.
She could no longer suppress her soft moans.
Initially, she had thought of resisting, stubbornly clenching her buttocks, trying to stop Yang Fan from proceeding.
But eventually, she relaxed her body, and her buttocks slightly arched upwards, showing some signs of compliance.
Yang Fan quickly noticed her subtle reaction and was overjoyed.
That was the right state.
However, he didn't stop there. Seizing the moment while Xue Ting was more cooperative, his right hand slid forward, grasping the soft and plump front, and began to knead and play with that little Honey Bean.
Xue Ting's breathing and moans gradually became more rapid.
Although she was desperately trying to control herself, her body writhed like a fish desperately in need of water.
"Do you still want to stop? Stop messing around," Xue Ting softly cried out.
Yang Fan smiled, "That depends on whether you give in to me or not?"