Tang Feng could hardly hold back anymore, driven by instinct, one hand climbed onto that perky butt.
When his fingers curled around that perky butt, his scalp went numb.
That feeling, it was just too damn good.
He obliviously kneaded those round, jutting cheeks.
Even through the short skirt, that supreme tactile sensation made his mind race, and he found himself unable to stop.
Han Meng's reaction had intensified significantly from before.
Her slender body tensed up, her waist twisting silently.
Her two slender legs clamped even tighter.
It seemed as if she was afraid that the riverbanks would break, unleashing the floodwaters within.
Tang Feng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
His thumb pressed down hard, grazing the edge of that perky ass and making the skirt cave in.
Through the gap of her pressed thighs, his thumb found a patch of softness.
Even through the skirt, he could feel the dampness.
This little woman, she was getting hot and bothered.
