Wang Dahai crouched down again, watching Zhou Qian's flat and tight abdomen tense with rapid rises and falls due to nervousness.
At that moment, he wiped along her thighs with the soap in his hand.
Having cleaned the last spot, he casually placed the soap on the floor next to him.
Then, he grasped her ankles with both hands, as if caressing a piece of art, slowly climbed upward, stroking.
He stopped only when he reached her delicate thighs.
Then slowly moving around her thighs, he ascended to her ample buttocks.
Zhou Qian suddenly held her breath, her undulating abdomen also paused, and her body stiffened like a stone sculpture.
The next second,
she felt Wang Dahai's large hand suddenly pulling her buttocks forward.
With her eyes closed, she felt suddenly unbalanced, her body slightly staggering.
Just as she was about to open her eyes and try to maintain balance, she suddenly felt Wang Dahai's head burying itself between her thighs.
