Wang Dahai took a deep breath with all his might.
He had endured to his limits, yet Liu Lin still tantalized him like this.
His breathing grew heavier and heavier, his muscles tensing up, his every fiber straining with force.
Although Liu Lin had lent him a hand, that method was nowhere near enough to vent the raging inferno inside of him.
"Mrs. Liu, please take me back."
Wang Dahai suddenly said.
Liu Lin's movement stalled, taken aback.
She did not speak, but instead lowered her crossed, honeyed thighs, grasped the hem of her skirt which was already hitched up to the root of her thighs, and lifted it further.
With this lift, the view became explicit, the sexy little intimates were entirely exposed.
Wang Dahai sharp eyes noticed, that thin fabric was already somewhat muddied, she too had a reaction.
She silently leaned a little closer to Wang Dahai, her petite body pressing against him, her fine skin making contact with his arm, making him tremble.
