Dazhuang's hand gently kneaded down Aunt Qin's fair neck, his strength was not very firm, showing that he was being very careful.
As Dazhuang's fingers moved, they quickly reached Aunt Qin's impressive peaches.
Aunt Qin's breathing became rapid, and her hands even clutched the edge of the bed, uncertain whether she was nervous or excited.
However, just as Dazhuang's hand was about to touch, at the critical moment he actually bypassed it and started massaging on Aunt Qin's flat belly.
Aunt Qin was first stunned, then she opened her eyes, "Dazhuang, did you forget to press somewhere?"
Her tone was somewhat wistful, clearly indicating she felt it was wrong for Dazhuang not to press that particular spot.
Hearing this, Dazhuang laugh awkwardly, "Aunt Qin, your breasts are very good, they don't need a massage."
"Isn't it said that massaging this place often can promote blood circulation and prevent many diseases?"