Chen Dashan lowered his head, Ye Jiping's waist was the standard A4 size, a perfect handful, but the majesty of her perky buttocks was astonishing, covered by the black silk fabric, thin and soft, displaying the prominent curves of her ample halves distinctly.
"Smack!"
Chen Dashan couldn't resist, and he gave a light slap, causing the peachy bottom to jiggle up and down like a big chunk of jelly—warm and soft to the touch, irresistibly bouncy.
A scent even wafted over.
Ye Jiping's body stiffened.
Chen Dashan said, "This place is too high, move down a bit!"
Ye Jiping was fully aware that Chen Dashan was taking liberties with her, but she didn't expose him, after all, the real show was yet to come.
Seeing several of her men blushing and looking at her in shock, Ye Jiping slowly stood up and ordered, "You all, leave us!"
"Yes!"
The men bowed their heads, daring not to look anymore, and filed out of the billiard hall in an orderly fashion.
