Yu Baishuo's right hand, pinching the bath flower, moved very gently toward the plump muscles of her inner thigh.
Water splashed, and the pure white foam concealed the mysterious region.
Her gentle caress seemed to awaken her senses.
Her slender legs clamped the bath flower as her body bent slightly.
This angle was perfectly aimed at Li Qing who sat outside, looking through the steaming mist, he could vaguely see the slender fingers moving along the pubic muscles, with foam churning and falling with the water.
Li Qing's Adam's apple moved slightly as he quietly swallowed.
This position, combined with Yu Baishuo's look of extreme pleasure, was incredibly tantalizing.
Suddenly, a burning flame ignited inside him, a mix of excitement and parched desire.
Li Qing quietly opened the bathroom door and squeezed in.
He reached out his hand and gently touched the fragile skin that seemed almost too smooth to stay his hand.
