The air in the restroom gradually thickened with tension.
Sun Zhe and Xia Shiqing locked eyes, their glances seemingly intertwining like threads.
Watching Xia Shiqing slowly lift her short skirt herself, Sun Zhe's breathing slowed down. His eyes were glued to the scene, swallowing endlessly.
Due to Xia Shiqing sitting on the sink, the flesh around her waist and legs gathered tightly, making that soft, fragrant mound look especially swollen.
The thin, transparent pantyhose glistened under the restroom lights like a layer of plastic film; underneath, snow-white lace snugly covered the raised fragrant mound, and faint glimpses of shiny black curls peered through the lace gaps.
"Auntie, you..."
Sun Zhe's eyes were burning, reluctantly moving his gaze to Xia Shiqing's flushed, delicate face, and teased, "Why is this part so plump?"
Xia Shiqing gazed at him seductively, her voice sweet and alluring: "When you eat abalone, do you prefer it plump or lean?"
"I like both."
