Sitting opposite Ye Tian, Sun Qing's smile was seductive.
Even through his trousers, her feet could feel the burning heat of Ye Tian's Furious Dragon.
She was unaware of the misunderstanding between Su Ruoxue and Zhang Yun about Ye Tian, as her skilled feet deftly pulled down his pants.
Beneath the table.
Once released from the constraint of the trousers, the Furious Dragon stood fiercely erect, swaying continuously.
When Sun Qing's feet, clad in black silk stockings, wrapped around the fully hardened Furious Dragon without any trousers blocking them,
Ye Tian comfortably held his breath.
The sensation of the black silk stockings, the tightness of being clasped between her feet,
Coupled with the fact that Zhang Yun and Su Ruoxue were right beside them.
This kind of pleasure, both physical and mental, was simply beyond description.
Zhang Yun and Su Ruoxue noticed that Ye Tian still hadn't withdrawn his right hand from under the table.
Both women frowned at the same time.
