C77 To Please Me

Di Yeming grabbed a bottle of cold water from the fridge, sipping it while admiring the woman's perfect figure, his gaze moving up and down. The man, with his strikingly handsome face, was in no rush, as if he were appreciating a piece of fine art.

The woman's body was the masterpiece he was admiring. He slowly approached Zaozao, his long, strong fingers gently gliding along her collarbone