C127 magenta moment

Yin Pingxuan slowly stood up from the Surfing Bath. Today, he was very satisfied with the board of directors, but they were, after all, more than fifty people, and they had expended too much energy, so they looked a little tired. Two slender white hands wrapped around his waist, and like a snake, they slowly swam down from Yin Pingxuan's waist to rub between his legs