Indeed, that's what they were thinking, but remembering that Han Yue'er was Lin Zhenghui's woman, they wouldn't dare do such a thing.
They wouldn't dare, even if they had ten times the courage.
"Stop it, Ah!? It's going to slip off!" Under the gaze of many men, Han Yue'er was a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Under the manipulation of Lin Zhenghui, an experienced player, it didn't take many movements before she began to squirt.
She clasped Lin Zhenghui's arms tightly, her body trembling and convulsing as she gasped for air.
"My brother, you're awesome!" Ye Zhiqiu watched his own woman being made to squirt by Lin Zhenghui.
"Come on, quit the chatter." Lin Zhenghui pulled his hand out from underneath Han Yue'er's skirt, his entire palm was wet, emanating the unique fragrance of Han Yue'er.
Ye Zhiqiu and his buddy stared intently at Lin Zhenghui's palm, then followed Lin Zhenghui into the restroom.
Perhaps Lin Zhenghui didn't want everyone to see them acting so oddly.
