Zhao Jiayao was covered in sweat, looking like she had just been through a major battle.
Her eyes were filled with emotion, tears glistening, her skin a slight pink as if it had been ravished, her small face showed pitiful expression, her red lips slightly parted, panting heavily.
Seeing Chen Dashan stop, Zhao Jiayao relaxed, lying on the bed carelessly like a salted fish, completely savoring the earlier feeling.
"Dashan, you are really amazing."
"Did you use to treat people like this before?"
Zhao Jiayao asked, tilting her head to look at Chen Dashan. Chen Dashan watched the woman in front of him; this mature lady was completely unconcerned about her image. At this moment, she was just wearing underwear, talking to him casually. Did she think Chen Dashan was not a man?
"No."
Chen Dashan looked at her high, bulging peaks, her flat and tight abdomen, then the plump little bread below, even the edge of her panties, and those fine hairs.
Wait a minute...
