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Wang Ping could hardly contain herself upon witnessing that scene. She almost cried out from beneath the table, but remembering that it might provide Chen An and Li Lingling with an even more thrilling play, and the fact she could watch the exhilarating act of the two, she managed to restrain herself for the moment.
Continuing to peer under the table, Wang Ping indeed confirmed she wasn't mistaken, between Li Lingling's legs, only thin flesh-colored stockings shielded her most private part, and from that shadowy depth, clear ear-tickling springs incessantly gushed, drenching Li Lingling's nearly transparent stockinged crotch again and again.
More moisture streamed between Li Lingling's thighs, wetting a patch of the tight skirt she was sitting in, causing Li Lingling to constantly open and close her beautiful legs.
