Another large hand also reached into her clothes and followed the upper edge of her graceful curves.
An mu did not tie a bra today, but she was wearing sports underwear. The characteristic of this kind of underwear was that it was very tight. It bound her chest to prevent strenuous exercise, but undoubtedly, it would also be flat.
He fumbled around for a while but couldn't find the button. His good manners and patience seemed to have broken at this time. He simply pulled it off her shoulder and pulled it down-!
In an instant.
The sweater's chest was propped up in a beautiful arc, trembling and swaying. It was wonderful.
A hand began to mess around inside.
An MU's head suddenly turned into a mess. She saw him torturing her body with her own eyes. That real feeling made her fall and sink, and it made her heart throb more intensely than it did at night.