Song Tian gently pinched her, instantly making Mi Yun wrinkle her delicate brows and emit a trembling moan.
As Song Tian watched her long, beautiful legs intertwined and continuously rubbing back and forth, he thought, indeed, those were a fine pair of legs; only Qin Ying could come close to competing with her.
Song Tian worked his way around her short skirt, licking her pair of beautiful legs, and as for the delicious taste hidden beneath the skirt, in her panties, of course, he would save that for last.
As Song licked her beautiful legs, the smooth skin of her legs trembled spasmodically.
No matter what kind of woman, they would have some leg hair, but Mi Yun's legs were exceptionally smooth, with even her pores being especially delicate, slippery as fresh tofu just out of the pot.
Then there were her dainty and delicate feet, exceptionally soft and tender. Song Tian, holding her feet, could neither kiss nor lick them enough.