Ah!
A startled scream.
He Yulan's plump and sturdy body trembled.
The two round, fleshy parts also quivered.
The softness and fullness felt in his palm made Xiaobei shudder, as the fire surged through him, tempting him to lift her skirt and thrust in hard.
"Xiaobei, what are you doing!"
He Yulan held onto the table next to her, turning her head in alarm, yet she didn't straighten up, still bent over, presenting those beautifully rounded hips to Xiaobei.
She had a lovely, slightly classical oval face. Although she worked often, her skin remained excellent, white and delicate, glowing under the light, incredibly beautiful!
She was a bit shy too, her cheeks flushing red, the allure of a married woman captivating Xiaobei in a daze.
"Xiaobei, take your hand away, don't be reckless, we can't do this... Zhikai is just across the room!" Seeing he wouldn't let go, He Yulan was a bit angry, shot him a glance, and twisted her hips.
Gulp!
Xiaobei swallowed hard, his throat parched.
