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Zhou Yuwen's hand slid upward along Su Qing's beautiful, stocking-clad legs.
Su Qing had originally worn a pencil skirt, but Zhou Yuwen's wandering hand caused the skirt to flip halfway up.
To be honest, Zhou Yuwen hadn't been close to a girl in a long time, and he and Su Qing were practically like an old married couple. Without any unnecessary words, they were already tangled together intimately.
"Mmm..."
Su Qing straddled Zhou Yuwen, pressing down on his head.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yuwen kissed Su Qing's neck.
The two were lost in their passion for quite some time before Su Qing hazily opened her eyes. Her enchanting, expressive gaze filled with vulnerability as she looked at Zhou Yuwen and said, "Why don't we go to my place for a bit?"
