Tang Feng's hands were each exploring under the skirts of two different women, touching two completely unique pussies.
The sensation was exhilarating to him.
Especially the seemingly demure waitress by his side.
The waitress endured, lifting her head with eyes already misted over, and gave Tang Feng a deep look.
She kept silent, behaving quite naturally.
She even placed the freshly grilled meat into Tang Feng's plate.
The whole process was as if nothing had happened at all.
But beneath the skirt, unseen, was already a wet marsh.
The pretty waitress was very juicy.
The gushing pussy juices, soaking through her panties, made Tang Feng's hand wet.
"Sir… the octopus, do I… do I grill it for you?" The waitress asked softly with a smile, gazing deeply at Tang Feng.
Tang Feng responded with a smile.
The waitress turned around, brought the marbled octopus from the rack to the table, and used the tongs to place it on the grill.
