Chapter 3768

At this moment, Fang Qi was completely like a spotless sleeping beauty who had descended from heaven, so clear and so jade-clean that Zhao Desan couldn't bear to destroy this hazy beauty. He wanted to cherish the shock that this moment brought to a man, both in heart and vision, and wanted to turn the joy from the bottom of a man's heart into a whirlpool-like rise.

Through the white underwear, Zhao Desan's hand began to caress Fang Qi's proud chest. Slowly, the other hand reached toward Fang Qi's private place. Those few naughty hairs, like impatient monkeys, had already drilled out from under the white panties.