As their mouths were busy, his hands didn't rest for a moment. Her A-line skirt gave him easy access, allowing his hand to roam over the entire length of her smooth, snow-white thigh, from her ankle all the way to the top.
A car approached in the distance, its headlights cutting through the windshield and flooding the interior. Yang Hui, who had been leaning over her, finally pulled away. Xia Jie, her face flushed as red as a peach blossom in March, hastily pulled up the lace panties dangling around her ankle.
'If they weren't in the car right now, she would've been completely devoured.' It was a shame they were in the front seats. It was her first time, and Yang Hui didn't want to rush things. Otherwise, he would have definitely pulled her into the back. The rear of the Mercedes E-Class had decent space; it would be a tight squeeze, but it was doable.
