The warm moisture soaked Tang Feng's fingers.
His slender fingers pressed against that charming slit, lingering at the tiny entrance, polishing it.
The soaked yoga pants and panties were indented.
Looking at Wuh Lanying lying on the bed, her face flushed, covering her small mouth, her body gently writhing, yielding to the fingers' caress.
The sight of her in such a flustered and infatuated state made Tang Feng even harder.
Tang Feng withdrew his hands.
The captivating pleasure disappeared in an instant.
Wuh Lanying opened her eyes, urgency, desire, and a touch of loss in her charming, peach blossom eyes.
Is this the end?
Just then,
Tang Feng said, "Sister Lanying, take off your clothes, it'll be more effective that way."
The sense of loss in her heart was instantly dispersed.
But at the same time, she felt torn.
She had never undressed in front of a man other than her husband.