Zhang Hao took off his shirt, revealing his chiseled muscles, and He Qianhui's gaze gradually turned erotic as she watched him.
The young man's physique was something He Qianhui had never even dared to dream of before.
Having lived with Liu Gang for so long, she had forgotten what a real man should look like.
Her legs were almost in a straight line, and the closed labia parted slightly without the need for any external force.
He Qianhui's breathing became heavy; for some reason, every time she was with Zhang Hao, her heart overflowed with excitement.
She just didn't know if Zhang Hao felt the same.
"Sister-in-law, I'm not even hard yet; it won't go in when it's soft,"
He Qianhui looked up at Zhang Hao and knew what he was thinking. She crawled out of bed and squatted down at its edge.
As soon as she opened her mouth, Zhang Hao glanced at the bedsheet and clicked his tongue twice, "Sister-in-law, looks like you'll have to do laundry today."
