Wu Miao lowered her head, too shy to look at Su Fan.
But in the next moment, Su Fan issued his command with authority.
"Bitch, lift your head, look at your master."
Bitch…
Wu Miao's body spasmed when she was called out like that, feeling very ashamed, yet there was an indescribable pleasure, and something was evidently responding between her legs. She could clearly feel something oozing out.
Excitement was beginning to show heavily on the face behind that mask.
Masks weren't for hiding faces, but for exposing one's nature.
She looked up at Su Fan and slowly crawled towards him.
Su Fan could clearly see the desire in Wu Miao's eyes—this woman was an utter slut.
