No matter how many times they had been together, every time Tang Feng saw this woman, he couldn't help but feel a strong possessive desire.
All he thought about was pinning her beneath him and cherishing her.
Wang Xin appeared to have just finished yoga, her face glistening with sweat, her white tank top soaked and clinging to her skin, with her modest but full chest prominently displayed.
Her two slender beautiful legs were tightly encased by her form-fitting yoga pants.
In the triangular area, that plump dumpling bulged forward, its seam faintly visible.
The flame of desire that was already lit began to surge.
He couldn't resist reaching out, pulling Wang Xin into his embrace.
He lowered his head and kissed her soft red lips.
That familiar scent lingered in his breath, driving him wild.
His hot, hard arousal pressed against Wang Xin's lower belly, and at that moment, he wished he could strip this beautiful little woman naked and ravage her on the couch.
