Wang Yong lay on the bed playing with his phone, but his peripheral vision was intently fixed on the direction of the bathroom.
Li Qiang led Chen Chunhua into the bathroom and ripped off the last piece of cloth that covered her shame, exposing her fair skin to him.
Chen Chunhua trembled slightly, her proud chest heaving, and the small cherries on top stood at attention unconsciously.
Li Qiang pressed Chen Chunhua against the wall, her back against the cold tiles, which elicited a soft moan from her.
Li Qiang bent down to nibble on her nipples, one hand heading straight to her belly, caressing the dripping wet pussy. Chen Chunhua wrapped her arms tightly around Li Qiang's neck, keenly aware that Wang Yong was watching them right now. She felt even more excited, her pussy incessantly gushing fluid, mingling with the water.
Li Qiang's fingers rubbed non-stop between the folds, the sticky liquid clinging to his fingers.
