Wang Li did not respond to Chen Nan's words and instead, with a face full of allure, she took off her white lace crotchless thong and wrapped it around Chen Nan's Dragon Root before continuing to move.
At that moment.
Chen Nan's adrenaline crazily surged.
The touch of the lace material was very soft, and he could even feel the moist sensation from the lace panties.
"Chen Daozhang, do you like this prop?" Wang Li, with a face full of seduction, licked her sultry red lips—it was a sight irresistibly stunning.
Chen Nan, suppressing the impulses inside him, said, "Who wouldn't like it?"
He did not speak.
Though he knew he should not have sexual relations with Wang Li, seeing the thong that once hugged her fullness now embracing him gave a different kind of pleasure.
It was an intimate contact, after all.
Wang Li slowly began moving again, her brows filled with spring, and after a moment, she tenderly said, "How about we try playing differently?"
