Chen An quickly conjured up in his mind a more fitting pose for this young woman. Accustomed to rough work in the countryside, he possessed great strength and imagined how thrilling it would be to hold this petite young woman in his arms while standing, with her legs wrapped around his waist—like playing with a delicate doll.
Having looked through all three photos, the only regret Chen An had was not seeing the young woman's face.
"Damn, why does this woman's figure seem so familiar?"
Chen An looked at the body of the woman with her face obscured by the graffiti for a long time and blurted out, but then he realized, how could he, an average rural man, have any access to a rich man's daughter? Dismissing the thought, he figured he might have seen too many similar images in videos.
Convincing himself of this, Chen An continued to examine the set of mother and daughter. Not to mention anything else, just those figures, each had its own delightful attributes.
