"Ah..."
"HISS... HISS... HISS..."
"President Han, your feet feel so incredible!"
In the luxurious guest room, Ye Fei stood bowed before the sofa, clutching one of Han Xinyue's silk-stockinged, jade-like feet and holding it firmly against his groin. His face was a mask of intoxicated lewdness, his waist thrusting rapidly like a dog in heat, humping the silk-clad foot in his hands.
The delicate white foot was tightly encased in sheer black silk. The pink nail polish on her crystal-clear toes was perfectly visible, as beautiful as a work of art. To a foot fetishist like Ye Fei, such a gorgeous sight was enough to drive him insane.
At this moment, a small hole had been torn in the sole of Han Xinyue's stocking. Ye Fei's less-than-impressive, heated member was inserted through the hole, rubbing rapidly against the soft sole of her foot.
