Her hands trembled as they fumbled with her Daoist belt. She was still wearing her long dress but it was soaked, so she didn't need to remove anything and just opened the front part to let Zhao Fan see the beauty of the valley.
As she opened it, Young Master Zhao felt a sense of pride and he felt like a man, a very dominant one who could make a woman strip herself just with his words. He didn't even have to lift a finger.
It wasn't any major achievement as it was merely a matter but every new woman is a new small achievement. Profound teubw be revealed, drop, drop creates the ocean.
She sat on the big rock, with her legs spread and Zhao Fan before her. Her robe was parted, revealing her sacred Yin garden.
Zhao Fan took her by the hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her back hills that were soft.
He lifted her effortlessly, bringing her closer to his throbbing Yang rod.
