Song Tian hooked onto Su Jing's panties, slowly pulling them down.
Su Jing was very slim and slender, but her hips were quite wide, and her ass was round; even her old panties had become loose, yet still stuck around her hips.
Su Jing gasped softly, slightly twisting her body to help Song remove her underwear.
Her snow-white, slender legs were tightly pressed together, her hands covering her breasts.
She was already embarrassed, but Song Tian took two steps back and shamelessly surveyed her body.
Even if the night light was bright, it still lacked something.
Now, in the daylight, it was just right. Light seemed to drape over Su Jing by the window.
Her snow-white body, her long neck, her collarbones forming little hollows, her breasts, full and just right to hold, her flat belly, her slim waist, especially those long, slender legs, and her tight, smooth feet—such a perfect body, such beautiful, long legs, who would believe she was in her thirties and had borne two children?