So beautiful!
The wet yoga pants, especially thin, outlined the entire shape of her Peach Garden, even the light tremble of the beautiful clam was clearly visible.
Dew kept surging from the ravishing slit, spreading out and dampening the area.
I gazed in rapture, staring intently, slowly bending down, getting closer.
Before I even touched her pert buttocks, I could already feel the scorching heat from between her thighs, along with an enticing scent of female hormones.
Faintly, there was also the scent of sweat.
Oh!
I sniffed hard, desperately longing to bury my face deep, to use the tip of my nose to feel the wetness and heat inside.
"Chen Yang, you... what are you doing? Don't... don't mess around! We had an agreement!"
A cry of alarm.
It was Zhang Huan raising her head, looking back at me, seeing my face nearly buried in the crevice of her buttocks, trembling all over with shame, her cheeks tensing up.
