Wang Dahai's mind went blank, and as soon as he recovered, he immediately pushed her away.
Wu Qiangwei's alluring eyes were captivating, and her red lips were still glistening with saliva.
She stuck out a bit of her tongue and licked her lips, looking every bit the foxy siren.
"Huff~"
There were no warnings for any of this, and now Wang Dahai was breathing deeply, his heart racing.
Wu Qiangwei was still lying on him, her bountiful bosom too much for one hand, now squishing against his chest. The softness triggered an involuntary physiological response, creating a tent that pressed right into the space between her straddling legs, making intimate contact with her delicate parts.
Wu Qiangwei felt it, and instead of moving away, she purposefully wiggled her hips, rubbing his warmth against her tenderness vigorously a few times.
Today she wore jeans, which lessened the feeling, but it was still maddening.
"Miss Wu, you're drunk."