Qin Qi was extremely excited at this moment as well.
He was observing Lin Jie's body from behind.
Lin Jie, who had come home, was wearing a white dress, with an apron tied over it as she cooked in the kitchen.
And with her hands resting on the table's edge, her stunning posture, combined with the black lace partially hiding her long legs, was an unparalleled tease.
Qin Qi's pace was faster than ever, which made Lin Jie try to suppress her groans.
At first, it was bearable, but after seven or eight minutes, Lin Jie was clearly struggling due to Qin Qi's force.
"Xiaoqi, you, slow down."
Lin Jie gasped repeatedly, biting her red lips, "Your godmother's waist, it's a bit sore."
"Then godmother, should I stop?" Qin Qi smiled.
Of course, he understood Lin Jie's meaning, but he continued to tease with his words.
Lin Jie's delicate body trembled, biting her teeth, "You little rascal, you know your godmother wants to change positions..."
