At the same time, Liu Sanming's other hand touched Shen Ruonan's chest, the full, round breasts were squeezed and deformed in his hand, their astounding softness felt even through her clothes.
His lower hand, meanwhile, recklessly kneaded her thighs and buttocks.
Shen Ruonan's thighs were firm and elastic, her soft, bouncy butt giving a wonderful tactile impression.
The stockings encasing Shen Ruonan's thighs were fine and tight; reaching inside them allowed a complete tactile appreciation of her sleek, soft skin.
"Master... don't... ugh..."
"Shut up! Accepting the master's sexual harassment is also a maid's compulsory lesson."
Liu Sanming said coldly, as if fully immersed in his role.
He ignored Shen Ruonan's plea completely, his wicked hand already inside her skirt, touching a piece of smooth, cotton-soft fabric, pushing his fingers deeper, sinking into the engulfing softness.
