Next to her was the gift prepared by Tang Song for her.
A Cartier bracelet.
God knows, when the young beautician opened her eyes early in the morning and received this gift, just how moved and proactive she felt.
She even took the initiative to suggest getting on top.
"I'll be ready in a moment," Tang Song took a deep breath, his face filled with a pleasant smile.
From his angle, the view was of a very sexy beauty's back.
The thickness was even, the dorsal groove quite distinct, the shoulder blades not protruding.
The shoulders and hips were proportionately sized, the waist delicate.
The curves undulated with an enticing beauty.
Tang Song couldn't help but reach out and gently caress her beautiful back, earnestly feeling the youth and vitality of her body.
The crisp sound of a ball being hit echoed in the room.
Zhao Yaqian let out a light cry and began to spew trash talk furiously.
Soon, her body was out of control, pinned down on the court, and she lost miserably.
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