Skin to skin contact.
The warmth from his ears.
His face was feeling the softness.
That was how Zhang Ye was lying on Rao Aimin's lap. Disregarding Rao Aimin's nagging, he shamelessly refused to move.
Ah!
Such elasticity!
Her thighs were so full of flesh!
Rao Aimin's long legs were really not your everyday kind of legs. They were classy legs, full of purity, legs with morals, a pair of legs that was absent of vileness. They were a pair of legs that were beneficial to the people!
As a man, Zhang Ye was somewhat ashamed. Rao Aimin, a woman in her thirties, was in much better physical shape than he was. If she had flexed her muscles, she would definitely have a much leaner appearance than Zhang Ye. Maybe it was because of her training since she was young, while Zhang Ye had used the game ring to attain his martial arts. Furthermore, he had not eaten many skill books, so there was definitely no way for him to compare with her.
