Wang Ping blushed as she watched Luo Feng's retreating back.
At that moment, Wang Ping had taken off her underwear, spreading out the thin, soft fabric in her hands, revealing a small damp spot at the crotch, exuding a scent of desire.
Wang Ping looked at her own panties, her cheeks growing redder and redder, as if she were being scorched. She hadn't even seen Chen An or waited for her husband to bring that "thing" for her to enjoy, yet why was her body reacting so sensitively?
Recently, Wang Ping felt revitalized, not only looking better but also feeling her body become increasingly sensitive. In the past, she needed some games to stir her body's reactions, but this time, the mere thought of those shameful objects made her itch uncontrollably.
When Luo Feng turned back to her, he held a transparent silicone object in his hand, just slightly smaller than an egg. Its sight excited yet frightened Wang Ping.
