Watching Zhang Xue's nether region moisten between her legs, Tang Feng's heart raced even faster.
Unable to help it, he swallowed hard, then cautiously lifted his head to glance at Zhang Xue who was counting inventory.
He realized she was unaware of his action.
So Tang Feng continued to reach out his hand, carefully rubbing the tender, pink flesh between her thighs.
After a while, that delicate spot on Zhang Xue became increasingly moist.
Her pants turned half-transparent, the contours of her voluptuous region more pronounced and appearing even fuller.
It resembled a pair of lips parting, glistening wetly, and one could vaguely make out some black hairs.
Tang Feng's fingers also became wet.
They were somewhat slippery.
Tang Feng brought his fingers under his nose and gently sniffed.
A pungent, heady scent immediately invaded his nostrils, incredibly stimulating.
