Wang Feifei nodded. She was standing at the door, lifting her legs to the direction of the desk. She did not listen to her movements and unbuttoned her shirt as she walked.

She's wearing a silk shirt that fits her skin very well. Her lower body is a A-shaped fishtail skirt, and her high heels are gently stepping on the floor.

When I got to my desk, my shirt was open. The inside lace underwear was exposed, the chest swayed slowly with her breath, and the exposed Snow White was very attractive under the light.

She swings her arms, drops her shirt on the floor, and laughs at the corners...