Ye Xiao exerted a little force with his fingers, and her soft breasts were clenched tightly by his entire palm. Her soft flesh was exposed from the gaps between his fingers, and her nipples were slowly pushed up. Her Daoist robe was tightly wrapped around her breasts, and the shape of her entire breasts was meticulously outlined.
"Um… Um…" Cen Pan, who was asleep, frowned uneasily and her body wriggled slightly.
Ye Xiao reached his hand under her Daoist robe and lifted it to her waist, revealing her round buttocks. He could not help but reach out and touch her soft breasts.
As expected, liquid was already flowing out and flowing down her thighs.
Cen Pan moaned and panted unconsciously. Ye Xiao's fingertips gently dug into her acupuncture point and his palm would rub her slender waist from time to time. Cen Pan's body wriggled even more.
