The waitress's figure was also fair and tender, with a rare pearlescent sheen, as if she was dusted with powder.
The two peaks of flesh, though not as full and upright as Yang Ziru's, were still petite and charming.
Below, her legs were long but, like her waist, were a bit bony.
Liu Sanming actually didn't like bony women; they lacked substance when playing, and there was no feel to touch.
Luckily, this waitress's mysterious area was without a single blade of fragrant grass, unexpectedly a White Tiger Woman, and even more rare, a butterfly gate.
The butterfly wings had several layers, like the legendary thousand-layered door, even more with a tender pink hue, alluring and moist.
"You come over too, serve me together."
Liu Sanming waved his hand.
The waitress immediately came over, knelt in between Liu Sanming's legs, and squeezed next to Yang Ziru, flesh to flesh.
