Hearing Qiao Jiajia spontaneously bring up Lin Wenjuan and watching the shy and coquettish look on her face, Tang Feng grew even more excited.
It was different from the previous confusion of emotions.
This was the first time Qiao Jiajia mentioned Lin Wenjuan while she was sober.
Moreover, her pert buttocks were gently twisting, using her soft, warm clam-like flesh to rub against his massive, fiery hardness.
Clearly.
Qiao Jiajia had let go of some of her reservations and modesty.
"Sis, did Sister Wen Juan tell you how comfortable she was yesterday afternoon?" Tang Feng chuckled and asked.
"Hmm... she said you made her dehydrated, and in the end, she was so exhausted she fell asleep," Qiao Jiajia said softly, looking seductively at Tang Feng.
"The way you dressed this morning, so sexy, wearing black stockings and high heels, did she teach you that?" Tang Feng's large hand caressed and kneaded her buttocks as he continued talking.