As the sensation of extreme softness emanated from his palm, at this moment, he felt as if he were lost in a dream!
In the original story, Su Mei, the exquisite wife with an incredibly alluring figure who had made countless readers utterly obsessed—was he really the one now holding her enticing breasts, playfully molding them into all sorts of shapes?
"Ah... Ahh... you... you naughty boy..." Su Mei gasped.
"How did your Master, Hongling, teach you?"
"Do you... Do you really like... your Martial Uncle Su's... breasts so much?"
Her large breasts, kneaded relentlessly by Lin Xiao, seemed extremely sensitive to his touch. Su Mei's breath was as fragrant as orchids, her cheeks flushed crimson. Her full, enticing lips parted slightly, her tongue flickering out, her body seemingly entering a heightened state.
"Hmph! If that's the case... what are you... what are you still pretending for, boy?" she panted.
"Why don't you quickly... quickly give your Martial Uncle Su a lick... lick?"
