Wang Dahai knew exactly what she meant.
He didn't take the initiative, nor did he refuse, just letting her small hand roam over his body.
Zhang Yue was biting her lips, her eyes filled with some resentment.
I've already taken the initiative to touch him, why won't he just hold me?
This bastard, so annoying!
Internally grumbling, her movements did not stop.
She saw the look in Wang Dahai's eyes, a teasing glint.
She knew, this guy was doing it on purpose.
Hmph!
She suddenly grabbed Wang Dahai's pants, pulled them down, and took hold.
After just a little handling, it was already getting hard to grasp.
Her body gradually grew warm, and her breathing progressively more rapid.
She usually wore body-hugging skirts or trousers to work.
Today, it was a body-hugging skirt.
She lifted her leg, straddled Wang Dahai, and slowly rolled her skirt up to her waist.
Beneath the body-hugging skirt were a pair of flesh-colored stockings.