The dignified lady, whether it be her outer attire or her intimate undergarments, they were all luxurious branded goods.
Tang Feng had no interest in guessing how much that thin lace panty might cost.
His hand caressed the plump zone with abandon.
The plump clam-like flesh, under his play, quickly spread open, a wet mess.
When his fingers squeezed through that clam-like flesh, entering her hallway of flowers, he instantly plunged into the 'land of tenderness'.
The thirty-something mistress, though a full decade older than Tang Feng, was like a fully ripened fruit on the branch, her most charming and seductive moment at hand. One grab would yield a handful of juice.
Moreover, Zheng Yuqi, worth billions and well-maintained without having ever birthed a child, had snow-white, tender skin, with curves in all the right places, all the more enticing.
That expensive evening gown was lifted by Tang Feng, the hem piled upon her lower abdomen.
