In the dimly lit hallway.
Tang Feng, like a wild buffalo, pinned the plump and juicy mature woman against the wall.
His big hand, unscrupulously kneading the ripe breasts in his embrace, while the other hand slid up her thigh, venturing under her skirt.
His fingers touched the layer of thin fabric.
There, it was already drenched.
The liquid soaked through the fabric, and with just a light press of his finger, the wetness seeped out.
"Oh..."
When her sensitive spot was attacked, Ma Yinglan couldn't help but let out a wonderful moan.
From within the white panties, more juices flowed from that plump crevice.
Her mind went blank.
All she could do was grasp Tang Feng's arm passively.
"Oh... don't... stop... someone will see..." she quickly came to her senses and hurriedly pressed Tang Feng's hand, whispering.
Unfortunately, Tang Feng at this moment wasn't paying any attention to her words.