Zhang Xiaomeng gently removed Sun Qian's little T-shirt, and her fierce waves bounced out immediately, full of vitality.
Although Sun Qian felt shy, she no longer resisted as she had before.
Her eyes sparkled faintly, her face covered with deep affection.
Zhang Xiaomeng straddled her slender waist, his hands continually kneading.
The silky, soft touch made his soul feel as if it were ascending to heaven.
It was just too comfortable.
Indeed, it was meltingly soft, right down to the bone.
At that moment, he gazed at her, lost in passion, diligently changing the shapes of her breasts, each time leaving Sun Qian unable to resist.
Zhang Xiaomeng removed Sun Qian's waist-length minishorts, and what came into view was a pair of panties with lace patterns.
"Little Qian Qian, you didn't have this lace on just now," he said.
"You changed it on purpose, didn't you?"
Sun Qian dared not respond directly to Zhang Xiaomeng.
