He laughed lightly and his large palm caressed her buttocks, wandered along her thigh, and flipped her over once more.
The woman had already melted into a puddle.
She breathed rapidly, her hands tightly gripping the sheets, her wet eyes looking at him, dazed and bewildered.
Pei Yuanchen felt that just being watched by her brought forth an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
This woman belonged to him.
Her eyes held only him.
No matter if he might regret it later, at this moment, he couldn't hold back anymore.
Pei Yuanchen raised his hand and slowly undid his clothes.
Then he leaned over her again, letting her soft and slippery body soothe the heat of his skin.
Ziyi suddenly let out a soft cry, blushing as she said, "Uncle Xiaobao, I felt it…"
"Felt what?" he asked in a husky voice, lifting her buttocks, pressing his forehead against hers, intertwining their breaths.
"Your buddy…" She smiled sweetly, reached out to hug his neck, and obediently parted her legs.
