The beauty CEO in her thirties was at the peak of her desires and was also at her wildest.
This wasn't their first time, and their chemistry had only grown; Lin Hao's hand was gentle yet strong, fingers teasing and kneading the soft buds.
Liao Jiarong adjusted her posture earlier, turning sideways, almost with her back to Lin Hao, and handed the zipper of her dress to him.
Lin Hao understood her intention, gently pulling down the zipper on the back of her dress, revealing a stretch of snowy skin.
This type of dress zippered downwards, causing the front to automatically fall off, revealing purple lace edging and a deep cleavage.
His large hand, freed from its lace confinement, began to knead forcefully, as if kneading dough, gently and rhythmically, while the two full breasts constantly changed shape in his hand.
"Mm... Mmm... Ah..."
The beauty CEO was so weak from being kneaded, that she softly moaned.
