Li Xue didn't wear stockings, her long, graceful legs hidden beneath her silk lace-edged skirt, offering a silent allure.
The two soft snow peaks on her chest stood high and mighty, her waist tightly cinched, a slender and graceful curve.
Li Xue slumped in the chair, her head drooped, the strap of her dress slipping off her shoulder, revealing a deep cleavage and her lace-trimmed pink bra.
Lin Hao reached along his aunt-in-law's calf, slowly moving upward into her skirt, feeling the gentle smoothness of her thigh and the thrilling friction of flesh against flesh.
Her perfectly rounded, even thighs had no excess flesh, their skin was delicate; Lin Hao's hand continued upward until it encountered a small piece of cloth.
He gently touched the little panties and pulled them aside slightly, his fingers feeling two thick gates to the Fairy Cave, and began to caress gently.
"Mm... mm... ah..." Li Xue writhed in the dark, clearly excited by Lin Hao's touch.
