In the small cubicle of the office, soft whimpering continued without end.
Meng Shiyang lay on the bed, propped up by a pillow. She held the backs of her knees, lifting her beautiful legs, adorned with white garter stockings, to maintain a perpetual M-shape. In this position, her waist and hips were raised, tilting her honeyed garden upward and allowing Sun Zhe to thrust into the lush, pink garden from a more comfortable angle.
At this moment, Sun Zhe stood before the bed, his hips and waist moving as one. He was playing with Meng Shiyang's two white-silk-clad feet as he launched a fierce assault.
The white lace dress Meng Shiyang wore was the absolute pinnacle of "innocent yet sexy." Anyone who saw it would be completely entranced.
"Hmm... Master, deeper..."
"You're hitting the spot! You're hitting it!"
"Master, you're amazing! You might as well just fuck me to death!"
"..."
