Wang Dahai was momentarily startled, guessing what she wanted to do.
Inevitably, he felt a bit nervous, yet also expectant.
Liu Weiwei moved very lightly and slowly, and only when Wang Dahai showed no reaction did she continue to move her hand downward.
Soon, she touched the shorts Wang Dahai had just bought that night.
Her small hand grazed his firm abs, sneaking under the edge of the shorts.
Wang Dahai's body broke out in goosebumps, a light tingling sensation giving him an indescribable comfort.
The moment she grasped it, Wang Dahai couldn't hold back, and his breathing became slightly heavier.
Liu Weiwei knew he wasn't asleep, she grasped Wang Dahai and gently stroked, her body also moving closer to Wang Dahai.
She lifted her right leg, draping it over Wang Dahai's thigh, her delicate and soft thigh lightly rubbing against his densely hairy thigh.
