"Huh~"
Wang Dahai leaned against the wall, caressing her cheek, his body and mind completely relaxed at this moment.
Lin Wanqiu's beautiful eyes brimmed with affection as she looked up at him.
Her eyes were full of love.
A moment later, she stood up, lifted her miniskirt, and her round buttocks spun beneath him.
Then she turned around, her waist went soft, and she collapsed onto the escalator.
Wang Dahai stepped forward, grabbed the skirt and lifted it, to find nothing underneath.
"Be gentle," Lin Wanqiu whispered.
"Mm!"
Wang Dahai held onto her hips, and thrust his waist.
"Ahn~"
Lin Wanqiu clutched the handrail, her consciousness blurring under his thrusts.
In the pitch-black corridor, tantalizing sounds emerged intermittently.
It was a long while before calm was restored.
...
Wu Qiangwei sat on the sofa, glancing at the clock now and then, feeling somewhat impatient.
Of course, she knew what Lin Wanqiu and Wang Dahai had been doing.
