Wang Xin wrapped her legs around herself, sitting on the dining table.
Under the nightgown, naturally, she was vacuum-packed, not a thread on her.
Tang Feng lifted the sleep dress, revealing that patch of splendor.
The dark forest, the plump clam-like flesh, and that pink pistil.
Even though he had seen it many times, each glance still made Tang Feng involuntarily hard.
The beauty of Wang Xin was flawless.
The ethereal quality she possessed, moreover, was downright addicting.
"You...why do you have to get at it like a starved wolf every single time? Have you ever had enough?" Wang Xin's eyes blazed as she gazed at Tang Feng and spoke softly.
Tang Feng's arms were wrapped around her waist, pressing her soft breasts against his chest.
He lowered his head to kiss those tempting red lips.
An intimate entanglement ensued.
Tang Feng's big hand ventured under the skirt, pressing on that plump spot.
Highly sensitive by nature.
