Turbulent dusk

The wall lamp in the bedroom emits a soft glimmer. Looking at the bed, Tang Yang curls up and lies in the bed, covered with a blanket. The protruding pile in the blanket is needless to say her plump and round buttocks. Mingqian doesn’t need to look to know that Tang Yang’s Short Pajamas, which are as thin as cicada’s wings, must be under the vacuum. Since Mingqian said that she didn’t wear underpants and only wore short pajamas, and her buttocks were half exposed, Tang Yang had been sleeping with him like this. Every time I go to bed, Mingqian’s hand will reach into her pajamas to play with the soft and warm buttocks, even if she doesn’t have sex. Tang Yang said that her buttocks were not so big before, but were played by Mingqian.