Worried about Qian Pingping's condition, Li Qiang hurriedly ran out after saying that.
Sure enough, he saw Qian Pingping kneeling at the doorway, her face twisted in lust.
Her form-restricting T-shirt was already in disarray, the buttons of her shorts undone, with one hand incessantly rubbing the fluff below.
In the black thicket, her pale fingers stood out starkly, erotic in their contrast.
Li Qiang's eyes lit up, "This slutty bitch, as expected, isn't wearing panties!"
But whether she was wearing a bra remained a mystery.
With that, Li Qiang's gaze traveled upward, fixating on Qian Pingping.
Qian Pingping's eyes were hazy, her gaze lost to the ceiling, lips parted as she gasped and moaned, her body quivering from the kneading of her hand.
Even so, she seemed insatiable, her delicate hand grasping her soft and enormous breasts, incessantly kneading them.
Her mouth hummed a light moan, "Ah, hmm…"
