Faced with such an exquisite request from Meng Shiyang, Sun Zhe couldn't find a reason to refuse. He hurriedly smoothed out the crumpled three-piece set, then used the pantyhose to tie her hands, crossed behind her back.
As her hands were bound, Meng Shiyang's snow-white, peach-like buttocks arched even higher. She even wiggled at Sun Zhe a few times and said coquettishly, "Master, you'd better gag me."
In the heat of the moment, Sun Zhe asked curiously, "Why gag you?"
Meng Shiyang replied, "Because I'm going to curse at you later, and my insults can be quite nasty."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe fell silent for a few seconds before suddenly understanding her meaning. He then balled up the remaining panties and safety shorts and roughly stuffed them into her mouth, sealing her small, cherry-red lips.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph...!"
