A grunt left Ming Tao's lips. He felt his brain spiral. It was so hard keeping anything hidden from his wife when she was a breathing temptation. In fact, it was now Ming Tao understood what Jia Hao meant by 'we're husband and wife, we share everything with each other'. With a spouse like Mira, it would be hard not to. And all it took from her were five fingers.
Five. Damn. Fingers. Ming Tao never felt more embarrassed. He was losing his mind over her fingers.
"Come on, skinny cat. You know you want to tell me." Mira pushed, her tone was throaty now and she stopped caressing his groin now. She took it to the next step. Mira dipped her hand into the attire and felt him with her bare hand.
