Shu Yan

About

"Honey, did you finish your meeting? Good, don't drag it till midnight again. Have you eaten?" Muxian sat sideways on the other end of the living room sofa, her phone pressed to her ear, warmly responding, like any caring wife. Her round, plump buttocks were wrapped in a black mini skirt, the hem tucked into her thighs, leaving a crease on her plump, black-stockinged legs. Through her white home shirt, one could see her full breasts being supported by a black lace bra, taking on various enticing shapes with her phone-holding posture. Her husband's month-long business trip had only passed seve…