The moment my fingers entered, they were tightly enveloped by a sensation of compact moistness.
Wang Xiru's lower region was still so tight, so silky smooth, and in no way inferior to that of a young girl.
"Mmm..."
Wang Xiru's body involuntarily shivered, her seductive eyes locked on me, her breath as fragrant as orchids, seemingly igniting the long-suppressed fire of her desire.
"Little Tian, between me and Miss Yang, whose feels better? Whose is tighter?" she whispered into my ear.
"Sister Xinru, in my heart, you are always the tightest, the best!"
I breathed heavily, feeling an overwhelming swelling below.
You know what they say: speak accordingly to your company. In that moment, of course I had to praise her.
"You do have a conscience."
She clearly enjoyed my words, her face lighting up with a brilliant smile.
Thinking about it, it made sense for her to be so tight.
