Chapter 22

The toilet started flushing, but after about half a minute, there was still no movement inside.

At this moment, is Song Yu pouting her ample buttocks, one slender hand holding the toilet seat, the other slender hand reaching between her legs to gently wipe her pink labia wet with urine?

Will that thin tissue be soaked with Song Yu’s urine, thus wetting her fingertips?

The more I thought about it, the heavier my breathing became, and the harder my penis got. I shook my head repeatedly to dispel the evil thoughts in my mind.

About half a minute later, Song…