C88 Pregnancy?

I knew what she meant, so I reached out and wiped her plump butt. "What kind of mission are you on? Are you thirsty?"

"You're so bad." Yang mengjie let out a charming snort, but immediately held me tightly because right now, my hand is one kilogram long and straight towards her panties' short skirt.

Yang mengjie was always like a woman made of water. No matter where she was, she was always bold