Chen Mo remained still, waiting for her afterglow to subside.
Zhou Qianying was still breathing heavily, her rosy peaks rising and falling, her whole body beginning to blush.
Chen Mo tried to extend his hand from her lower abdomen and rub upward, which made that blush retreat under his large hand.
Until it reached her breasts, which then abruptly protruded.
Chen Mo gained some enlightenment, this was the most authentic moment in a woman, if you're capable, they would show their truest responses, but speaking of capability, how many men dare to claim it?
Zhou Qianying squinted seductively, with a sparkling light shimmering within.
"You're really good to me, what about I find a way to redeem you?"
"Miss Zhou, don't joke."
"How is that a joke? Don't you want it, dealing with all sorts of strange women here every day?"
What she said was not without reason, that's just how it is for a gigolo.
