Looking at that massive tent, Xia Shiqing felt her heart flutter, and couldn't help but recall that overwhelming sensation, making her inner thighs itch.
"Do you want me to use my feet?"
Sun Zhe nodded like a pecking chick.
"I really can't deal with you."
Xia Shiqing sighed helplessly, unsure if she should be glad about her actions that night or regret them.
That night, after arguing with her husband, feeling distraught and desperately in need of comfort, she drank too much, which led her to succumb to temptation and gave this brat his current audacity.
While she was lost in thought, Sun Zhe stood up and pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees.
His muscular thighs, dense with hair, had powerful, wild lines.
A malicious root emerged from the thick dark brush, filled with aggression, making the Exquisite Empress Consort's heart skip and mouth dry.
No matter how many times she saw this terrifying thing, it always frightened her.
