"Don't."
Lin Wanqiu turned her head slightly, with a soft whine.
Wang Dahai smiled and caressed her face, then suddenly lifted her from the toilet seat.
He then sat himself down on the toilet, positioning her on his lap.
Lin Wanqiu let out a soft cry, urgently slapping at him, "I haven't wiped yet."
"I'll wipe for you."
Wang Dahai chuckled mischievously, caressing her thigh, her bare buttocks pressed against his leg, her down below moist and warm, leaving a mark on his thigh.
Lin Wanqiu felt ticklish from the scraping of his leg hair.
This ambiguous position was somewhat uncomfortable for her.
"Sister-in-law, you asked me to charm Jiang Rou, and now that I've done it, you're getting jealous. You're putting me in a tough spot."
While voicing his grievances, Wang Dahai fondled her amply full bosom.
Such a soft and delicate body was truly too tempting, and he didn't want let go once he held her in his arms.
