But Liu Sanming still held back the impulse.
Of course, the impulse he held back was not to ravish Lu Lian, but—
He wanted to savor the other's body thoroughly first, play enough, and then punish her fiercely.
Such a top-tier socialite, the mistress of the Lin Family, how many people outside had fantasized about conquering her.
Liu Sanming couldn't be too rude; he had to treat her like a top-notch delicacy, savor it well.
In the next moment, Liu Sanming began to patiently appreciate.
Lu Lian's upper two flesh peaks were very full, yet her waist was thin, hips wide, making her waist-to-hip ratio very alluring.
There's also a beauty in the mature fruit on slender branches, the ripe autumn of an old tree.
Her legs were plump and firm, neither fat nor thin, feeling soft and elastic to the touch.
In the middle, she wore a seductive deep pink panty, above which was a matching deep pink bra.
Although Liu Sanming couldn't decipher the brand, he could guess it was not cheap.
