"This ass, it's amazing!"
Yang Fan's right hand kneaded and played with those elastic buttocks, lifting Wu Xuelan's skirt.
"Ah... hmm..."
Wu Xuelan cooed, "Fanzi, can you see if I'm all wet?"
Yang Fan hadn't seen yet.
Because beneath the skirt was a pair of black stockings, which even though allowed a vague view of the shape of the golden valley, it was not apparent whether it was wet.
Yang Fan pressed his palm against it, and a moist trace immediately permeated his fingers.
"Indeed it's soaked, but I wonder if your gate is open?"
"It is open, it has been open for a while, eagerly waiting for you to enter," Wu Xuelan said softly, swaying her buttocks left and right in tune with Yang Fan's teasing.
Rip!
With a crisp sound, Yang Fan tore apart those black stockings.
For some reason, it seemed that women became even more alluring once they put on such things.
It was quite magical, indeed.
