The soaked skirt clung to the snow-white skin.
Rosy cheeks were the response to the earlier enthusiasm.
Picked up the small panties that the shameless guy had pulled off from the bathtub, rolled my eyes at the little rascal, and tossed them onto the washbasin.
And the guy who was being cheeky with me just now sat satisfied in the bathtub, humming a little tune. His eyes were fixed on my body, as if relishing the moment.
Slipping off the wet skirt, Chen Mei'Er combed the wet tips of her hair in front of the mirror.
The smooth body, long white ****, stood stark naked in front of Xiaofan.
After more than a year of not seeing each other, at first Mei'Er was a bit unfamiliar, but when that familiar feeling returned to her heart, Mei'Er didn't have any hesitation at all.
She knew that little rascal was staring at her, she liked him watching her like this.
A woman with a good figure would only show it to the one she loves.
