[ he can't see with his face buried, but he can feel the lace, the soft silk stockings - yingxing pulls back and glances downward, pausing as he stares openly at dan feng's beautiful long legs, and the soft panties already moistened through. ]
Fuck -
[ the shirt goes next, yingxing's hands greedy as he tugs it impatiently over dan feng's head. ]
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Fuck -
[ the shirt goes next, yingxing's hands greedy as he tugs it impatiently over dan feng's head. ]