Wang Dahai's body was stiff as a block of wood.
She knew what Ning Mei was about to do.
First, she touched herself, then let herself be touched.
This way, Jiang Yiren would mistake Ning Mei's hands for her own.
Of course, men's and women's hands differ in size and feel.
But this was in warm water.
The layer of water blurred the senses, making it hard to discern.
Seeing him rigid and unmoving, Ning Mei smirked and said, "Yiren, your calves are really firm, I can hardly let go."
At her words, Wang Dahai immediately drew in a breath and slowly started caressing her calves.
As Ning Mei said, her calves were indeed firm.
The muscles taut, the curves perfect, and exceptionally slender.
Wang Dahai didn't want to stop touching her.
Jiang Yiren's face flushed, "Not at all."
Ning Mei chuckled and suddenly reached for Wang Dahai, pulling down his underwear, grabbing it, and stroking up and down.
This scene immensely aroused Wang Dahai.