At that moment, Chen Fang just took a sip of water.
The scene unfolding in front of him almost made him spit out the water in his mouth.
Today, Xu Lianyun was wearing a professional short skirt.
Between her legs, there was not only nothing.
At the outlet of the stream, you could vaguely see something protruding outside; Chen Fang recognized it at once as a self-soothing toy.
If you listen carefully, you can even hear the buzzing sound emitted by the toy.
Meanwhile.
The edges of the stream were already filled with sticky, shiny liquid.
And some had even spread along her inner thighs.
It must be said, in terms of "juicing," if Xu Lianyun were second, no one would dare claim first.
"What are you doing? Busy so early in the morning?"
Chen Fang asked.
Xu Lianyun stood up.
Sitting down beside Chen Fang.
Through the pants, she started rubbing the area between Chen Fang's thighs with her hand.
