After she had said this,
Chen Fang's hand was grasped by her.
Seizing his hand, she slid it beneath her clothing, directly onto her breasts, and to make it easier for Chen Fang to caress them, Wang Yiyi even unhooked her bra.
"Big, aren't they? Soft, aren't they?"
She asked seductively.
"Both big and soft."
Chen Fang sighed.
Wang Yiyi felt a bit proud and said, "Of course, I may be in my thirties, but I haven't had any children."
Chen Fang's hand kneaded her peaks for a while.
Wang Yiyi also gradually became aroused, and in the darkness, one could hear a low moan escaping her throat.
Then,
she grabbed Chen Fang's hand again.
Unbuckling his belt, she guided it between her legs.
As Chen Fang's hand covered the mysterious place, Wang Yiyi couldn't help but moan "Mmm," a sound that stirred Chen Fang's heart, making him think that there was no better way to die than this.
His fingers started to tease and play upon the wings of the butterfly.
