Wu Qiangwei's ample buttocks were so large, and her waist was exceptionally slender, that it created an exaggerated visual illusion.
But it wasn't all an illusion.
Such an exquisite figure was very eye-catching when clothed.
However, taking off her pants was quite a struggle.
The waist of the pants was too narrow, and they tended to snag on her flesh when being pulled down.
Especially since she was lying prone.
So.
When Song Guanchao pulled down the pants, the waistband almost stuck to her flesh, scraping slowly over her buttocks as they descended.
After much effort, as if he had expended the strength of nine oxen and two tigers, he finally pulled the pants down. Her flesh, tugged at by the pants, quivered with each movement like ripples from a stone thrown into a lake.
The last time was at night, and the lights were off, so although Song Guanchao had touched her, he had seen nothing.
This time was different.
It was broad daylight, with plenty of light.