Biyue wore a pair of delicate, elegant white lace panties, the fabric clinging perfectly to her creamy skin.
Feiyan, on the other hand, wore a pair identical in design but woven from black lace—both equally provocative.
Honestly, they barely covered what they were meant to hide.
The fine fabric cascaded down their wide hips and narrow waists, clinging greedily to their plump pussies, compressed into a deep valley.
Qingyi contemplated that sight, a faint smile curving the corners of his lips as his gaze traced every curve.
"So… which tight pussy does hubby want to fuck first?" Feiyan teased, slowly licking her full red lips, taking the initiative as she always did.
"You already know the answer…" Qingyi murmured, his deep voice reverberating through the room. "I want both of you."
And in the next moment, he moved.
"W-wait, what are you—" A high-pitched squeal cut off Biyue's words as Qingyi's strong hands gripped her hips firmly, lifting her as if she weighed nothing.
