```Under Tang Chenlu's skirt, that large hand with a devilish touch slipped into her tight flower path.
"Oh..."
Tang Chenlu's body shuddered, her mouth agape as she let out a difficult moan.
Her eyes gradually became hazy.
"Maybe we should go back to the hotel," San Dan assumed it was a stomachache and suggested.
Tang Chenlu bit her lip, enduring the waves of pleasure.
Below her skirt, her round and perky buttocks rubbed against something.
The magic-laden hand of the man beside her was making her so disoriented with desire, she could hardly stop herself from moaning aloud.
But with her fiancé right beside her, she dared not to let out blatant moans of pleasure.
She could only clench her teeth and endure.
At that moment, she truly wished her fiancé wasn't there; then she could let go of herself.
And do those shameful things with Uncle Tang.
Her waist twisted, as she forcefully withstood.
It was so uncomfortable, she wanted it so badly...
