Tian Yue'e seemed to always provide Li Qing with some novel experiences.
He had never thought that tearing clothes could also be so thrilling.
When the already tattered shirt turned into shreds under his hands, gradually revealing large patches of snowy white beneath.
Li Qing felt a surge of blood rush to his head, and his whole body became excited.
With the help of the dim light and shadows, he tore off Tian Yue'e's last undershirt.
It was the only piece left.
As the snowy ravine and those tightly pressed hemispheres came into view, Li Qing's breath hitched sharply.
She was actually going commando again!
Li Qing raised his hand and firmly grasped that irresistible fullness.
It was like a funnel, yet like a peach, bouncing in the palm of his hand, its shape altered by the pressure.
Tian Yue'e's slender fingers traced across Li Qing's cheek, coming to rest behind his ear.
Her seductive voice, with a hint of breathlessness, softly asked, "Is it fun?"
