His fiery gaze cast a scrutinizing gaze on Emma Chen, licking every inch of her skin.
Her chest rises and falls, her skin is rosy, so alive, so moving.
The hand stretched in the air was pale and slender, lingering with the bookish aura peculiar to scholars.
The shadow of five outstretched fingers covered the woman's small triangular area, and the rich ink color blended with the curly and soft pubic hair.
The shadow of the hand covered the flat and narrow waist, passed over the tender hands bound by the dark green hairband, and climbed up to the breast with difficulty.
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