Because Wang Dahai had always massaged with proper conduct, Zhang Jie trusted him deeply.
Therefore, she made such a bold decision.
Of course, mainly because his massages were too comfortable and she did not want them to end just like that.
Watching her lift her skirt, Wang Dahai felt dry-mouthed and his heart was thumping ceaselessly.
"Okay."
Wang Dahai squatted down again, his eyes fixing on the skirt lifted to the knees, and he felt extremely exhilarated.
He truly hadn't expected that Zhang Jie would let him slide his hand in.
He could feel that Zhang Jie was also very nervous, her body tensed completely.
"Mrs. Zhang, try to relax a bit."
"Mm." Zhang Jie pursed her lips, her eyes closed, her heartbeat equally fast.
Wang Dahai's trembling hands slowly reached into the skirt.
At the same time, without blinking, using his hands to push up the skirt higher, he also saw Zhang Jie's snow-white thighs, including her little intimates.