At this moment, Zhao Chi also pretended to carry a few bowls into the kitchen. After nonchalantly placing them in the sink, he directly embraced Song Yan from behind, who was washing dishes.
Zhao Chi's hands grasped Song Yan's from behind as if the two were washing dishes together, but in reality, his swollen, fiery member constantly rubbed against Song Yan's buttocks.
Zhao Chi's voice, demonlike, once again whispered into Song Yan's ear, "Sister-in-law, did you enjoy it just now? Do you want something even more pleasurable?"
Without waiting for Song Yan to respond, Zhao Chi impatiently grabbed her plump and perky breasts with his wet hands and gently started to knead them.
While one hand continued to knead Song Yan's breast, the other stealthily moved downward, seizing her lifted buttocks. That tight, full sensation made Zhao Chi's heart flutter uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but smack her bottom.
