Luo Ta's hands were neither cold nor hot, almost the same as Dai Yuan's body temperature. Each hand was responsible for one side and reached into Dai Yuan's collar...
Dai Yuan hugged his waist tighter.
She only felt that her chest and even her whole body were hot... She even had a surging feeling... rolling in the heat...
Luo Ta's hand continued to rotate, as if Dai Yuan's towering chest was dancing a waltz, one song after another, making Dai Yuan and Luo Ta unable to extricate themselves at the same time...
When Dai Yuan's breathing changed from gentle to rapid, and then from rapid to gentle, Luo Ta's hand was slowly taken out, and now he continued to wreak havoc elsewhere.
His hand passed Dai Yuan's waist and locked it tightly there. Her waist was shorter than the length of his arms, and it was easy for Luo Ta to hold her in his arms...
Dai Yuan raised her hand from top to bottom and stroked Luo Ta's head with her backhand...
Luota put his chin on Dai Yuan's shoulder and let her hands play with and caress it.
For a moment, Luota's hand continued to move downward, until he reached Dai Yuan's ankle bone... He gently lifted the corner of her skirt...
After repeatedly playing with her ankle bones, Luo Ta's hands gradually moved upstream from the calf, changing postures along the way, sometimes winding, sometimes surrounded by dead vines, sometimes circuitous...
His hands can always play with every inch of Dai Yuan's skin just right... He has gradually understood what Her Highness the Princess needs...
Continuing to walk upstream, I have reached Dai Yuan's thigh, which is as smooth and delicate as gelatin. The tower is twisting and turning, coming and going, and I can't bear to leave...
Back and forth, Luota's hands were like ants, playing a moving game on Dai Yuan's thighs...
Finally, the move was completed. Luota’s hand moved back, slowly, slowly...
Her Royal Highness the Princess’s high jade buttocks stood there, how could you take it lightly?
You must enjoy it to the maximum extent. All beautiful things cannot be wasted, otherwise it would be too wasteful. Waste is sinful, a waste of natural resources, and unforgivable. Luota does not want to be a sinful person.
If you don’t know how to appreciate, don’t know how to ponder, and don’t know how to enjoy, that’s not Tata. It’s wood.
Luota's hands moved in unison, wandering at the very end of Dai Yuan's thighs...
The turbulent waves hit Dai Yuan's jade buttocks...