Everyone has heard about Liu Mingyan’s impossible beauty, but no one could have prepared Ning Yingying for the things LMY lips could do to her. They felt beautiful against her, and looked even better swollen and red and shining when her lover lifted her head to meet her gaze under half lided eyes.
They both loved when NYY would rake her hands through her hair, bite tender kisses across her skin, leave little scratches across her back and tiny finger shaped bruises on her ass. The world saw beauty in her perfection, but to NYY she was the most beautiful just like this, wild and desperate and ruffled.













