As his palm met an unparalleled softness, he felt as if he were in a dream.
Could it be that Su Mei, the beautiful wife from the novel with an incredibly seductive figure that drove countless readers to distraction, was now at his mercy, her alluring mounds being playfully molded into various shapes by him?
"Ah... Ahh... You... you naughty boy..."
"How did your Master Hongling teach you?"
"Do you really like... Martial Uncle Su's... chest so much?"
With Lin Xiao's hands on her chest, she seemed extremely sensitive. Su Mei's breath came in soft gasps, like a delicate orchid, her cheeks blushing crimson. Her lush, enticing lips were slightly parted, her tongue darting out, her body already seeming to enter a state of arousal.
"Hmph! If that's the case... you... you little scoundrel, stop pretending!"
"Aren't you... aren't you going to lick Martial Uncle Su... lick?" she moaned, involuntarily nibbling on her handsome martial nephew's ear.
"Ah, this..."
