"You slut, your moans are so wanton."
"No wonder Dad couldn't resist her; if it weren't for that recording, Dad wouldn't be willing to kick her out."
Zhao Tienan muttered a few words in his heart, but his hands quietly explored downward, gently caressing that splendid long black leg.
There's no denying that Zhou Wenting indeed has a pair of amazing legs.
Those legs are long and straight, the standard of comic book legs, not at all inferior to top models.
Touching them is truly satisfying.
Especially through a layer of black silk, it feels smooth, warm, and soft to the touch.
"Uh, ah, who's touching my leg? Take your hand away, I can't stand it..."
Zhou Wenting opened her little mouth, breathing heavily and deliriously.
She felt as if those hot big hands held some kind of inexplicable magic; every place he touched felt electrified.
It tingled, directly reaching the nervous system!
With the stimulation from top to bottom, Zhou Wenting gradually lost her reason.
