The mature and voluptuous Luo Yi, like ripe fruit in autumn, exudes a rich and mellow fragrance.
As she lay on the bed, she was a sight that stirred one's appetite.
Perhaps noticing Qin Chuan, she reached her hand between her legs.
The other hand was not idle, placed on her ample bosom, kneading it without restraint.
Of course, she didn't forget Qin Chuan either.
Her lips were lightly bitten by pearly teeth, her enchanting eyes fixed intently on Qin Chuan standing at the door.
A silent look, seemingly speaking: Xiao Chuan, help Aunt Luo.
Qin Chuan, watching the alluring scene before him, was momentarily at a loss.
You must know, the stepmother's room and the stepsister's room are separated only by a living room.
As long as there's a slight commotion, Ye Wenxi might be drawn over.
But Aunt Luo was clearly already moved.
Her every movement exuded a strong sense of desire.
Gradually, Qin Chuan also found his mouth drying up.
