On his waist, Tang Feng felt a rich and soft mound pressing against him.
Soft, a bit warm and moist.
After being together for a while, Han Ling had become more and more brazen.
Inside her loose nightgown, nothing was left to the imagination—those full mounds trembled with each shake of her body.
Han Ling had a great figure, with a height of 5 feet 7 inches, curves in all the right places, and especially those long, slender legs that were irresistible.
Tang Feng was getting fired up by her rubbing against him.
But with Huo Hui nearby, he didn't dare to fool around with Han Ling.
"I'm going to take a shower," Huo Hui obviously noticed Han Ling's intentions, stood up, and left the living room.
Once Huo Hui had left, Han Ling completely let loose.
"Good brother, you've fed Sister Hui, now it's my turn," she clung to Tang Feng, cooing.
Her voluptuous breasts were relentlessly rubbing against him.
In the dark, a soft hand slipped into Tang Feng's pants.
