Watching Zhang Jie offer a kiss spontaneously, Wang Dahai's head roared.
Mrs. Zhang, she seemed different!
Previously, he had not been able to resist kissing her, but Zhang Jie had pushed him away, and she was very angry.
At that time, he had realized that although Zhang Jie seemed quite unrestrained, she valued her chastity greatly.
But now, she was actually offering a kiss willingly.
Could it be because last time, he had entered her body, making her more open?
Had she prepared herself to be intimate with him?
The thought was fleeting, faced with such initiative from Zhang Jie, he naturally didn't hesitate.
He reached out to hold Zhang Jie's slender waist, the cheongsam made of silk, feeling superb.
Zhang Jie's waist was plump and soft yet elastic, tightly held in his embrace.
He lowered his head and met Zhang Jie's tempting lips.
Her lips were scorching hot, like flames, mirroring the fiery heat in her heart at the moment.
