In the grove, the moonlight couldn't penetrate the thicket, so Lin Zhenghui couldn't make out what this woman looked like.
He knew only that his current state of mind, much like the girl's, yearned for a more stimulating life and experiences.
As he touched her, he felt something soft and warm, the same size as Yuan'er's, both D cups.
The difference lay in their full roundness, a perfection that was almost too much.
"Silicone gel?" the thought popped into Lin Zhenghui's mind.
He said that, but Lin Zhenghui's hands kept kneading, savoring their beauty.
He found that they were nearly indistinguishable from natural ones, the feel was over 90% the same, the only thing was not to squeeze too hard.
"Mmm! Come on!" the woman's voice was sweet.
Beneath the shroud of night, she couldn't see Lin Zhenghui clearly either.
But from his outline, she could tell he was a strong, young man.
Similarly, Lin Zhenghui judged her to be a long-haired beauty with a very slender figure.
