Song Guanchao was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, Su Nanzhi had already opened her bathrobe.
A slender waist, breasts gathering together, looking closely, it resembled a newly crafted vase from a kiln, beautiful enough to startle.
A faint fragrance emanated from her body, filling his nostrils, captivating his senses.
As he was in a daze, Su Nanzhi's waist softened, and her soft, moon-like buttocks sat on his lap.
She wrapped his hand around her waist and pressed her firm chest against his face, completely covering it.
A rich milky scent overwhelmed Guanchao's mouth and nose, making it hard for him to breathe.
Instinctively, Guanchao tightened his grip on her waist, feeling a sensuous softness that delighted him.
As soon as he opened his mouth, her plushness filled it completely.
The entrée was tender, with milk fragrance spreading everywhere.
