Wang Dahai was gasping for air, breathing hot and heavy.
"Little brother, hold me tight." Wang Meihua's voice was sticky and very seductive.
Wang Dahai's hands, holding her, tightened even more.
He held her enchanting body firmly in his embrace.
And the little Wang he was grasping became increasingly responsive.
Wang Meihua seemed unsatisfied and suddenly let go, pulling little Wang out of the underwear.
When she saw its true form, her heart fluttered, and she hastily grabbed it, as if afraid it would escape.
"Little brother, you're so silly."
"Ah? What's wrong with me?"
"Hehe."
With a soft moan, Wang Meihua moved his hand from her shoulder downwards.
Placing it on her fullness.
Afterward, without her needing to say anything else, Wang Dahai took the initiative to grip tightly.
"Mmm~"
Wang Meihua let out a melodious sound, tilting her head back, offering her fiery red lips for a kiss.