Shen Yiqiu's delicate feet felt the burning firmness of Ye Tian's shaft.
Her body trembled slightly.
Fortunately, the tremor was not significant, and no one noticed her anomaly.
"Xiao Tian, we were all very worried about you last night,"
"If you have something come up suddenly in the future, make sure to call us in advance."
Shen Yiqiu gently ran her fingers through her long hair that rested on her shoulders.
She was the picture of allure.
Her pretty face maintained its composure, but her heart was extremely tense.
Her feet moved the Furious Dragon inside Ye Tian's pants back and forth with her jade-like toes.
Seeing Ye Tian grip the edge of the table a little tighter, Shen Yiqiu's lips curled with a hint of a smile; her toe, as exquisite as carved jade, slid up and down on the Furious Dragon through Ye Tian's pants.
Facing Sister Shen's agile feet, the Furious Dragon in Ye Tian's pants felt incredibly constrained.
Chen Yumei nodded and said, "Xiao Tian, Yiqiu is right."
