After rubbing his hands warm, Wang Dahai placed them on her shoulders.
The moment his palms touched her, Xu Xixi's alluring body couldn't help but shudder slightly.
The movement was very subtle, but Wang Dahai still felt it.
She had taken off her suit jacket, wearing only a white shirt.
Her proud chest was roughly the same size as Jiang Rou's—though lying down, it still stretched the shirt taut, the buttons straining as if they might burst open.
Through the gaps between the buttons, one could see the grey seamless intimates within.
This kind of seamless underwear only supported the lower hemisphere, while the upper half was entirely visible.
As he massaged her shoulders, the shirt wrinkled, and the gaps between the buttons shifted and changed, revealing glimpses of her fair skin that gave rise to all kinds of fantasies.
After massaging for a while, he slowly lifted her shirt.
Xu Xixi looked towards the door with some nervousness.
