Zhang Xiaomeng kissed Sun Qian.
His big hand ruthlessly kneaded Sun Qian's pair of snowy-white jade peaks.
Intense stimulation made Sun Qian's body somewhat contorted.
"Xiaomeng, really don't do this," Sun Qian pleaded.
"Once we're out of my house, I, I'll give it to you, okay?"
Her dad was right there in front of her, and although he was still in a drunken state, it aroused a strange sense of rejection within her.
Zhang Xiaomeng's hand then pinched the deep red spot.
Immediately, Sun Qian jolted as if electrified, her face twisted as she exhaled a fragrant scent, "Hiss, it hurts!"
Zhang Xiaomeng smirked, "Good wife, your body is really soft."
Sun Qian, who usually practiced martial arts regularly, naturally had a great figure, and now with alcohol warming her body, touching her felt incredibly comfortable.
Zhang Xiaomeng was greatly moved and wished he could have Sun Qian right then and there.
