Wang Dahai looked at Liu Lin, who was seated beside him, and glanced at the tightly shut door of Zhao Xue's room, feeling restless again.
He reached out to touch Liu Lin's thigh, and she trembled slightly, quickly turning to look at Zhao Xue's room.
Wang Dahai grasped her thigh, slowly moving his hand up under her skirt.
Liu Lin's body tensed, but she did not stop him.
Wang Dahai's hand inched closer to her lower area and touched the little intimates.
He used his index finger to hook the edge of the little intimates, sliding it along the tender skin, drawing near to the moist haven.
Leaning on the couch, Liu Lin sat very upright, her head turned towards the door the entire time.
Wang Dahai didn't dare make too much movement, only caressing with his hand.
The damp tenderness excited him greatly, and after stroking it for a while, he took a soft breath, his finger gliding into the valley.
"Mmm~"
