Bai Xi noticed Liu Sanming was unzipping her pencil skirt, and instantly she was overwhelmed with shame.
Her beautiful hips, her private area below, had not been seen by anyone for years.
She couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together, realizing the secret forest between her legs seemed wetter.
So wet it felt a bit sticky, like she'd applied a layer of lubricant.
Within just a few seconds, Liu Sanming had pulled the zipper all the way down, leaving the back of the skirt fully open.
The tightly wrapped peach-shaped beauty of her hips instantly sprang out, perfectly flawless as if sculpted by God.
And the white skin of her hips, paired with the white lace hollow-out panties, made Liu Sanming's blood boil with desire.
It was simply a work of art, so beautiful!
He couldn't resist lowering his head, leaning on those exquisite peach hips, feeling the warmth, the fragrance, and indulgently starting to kiss.
