Forbidden Voyeurism: The Siren of Wives

His eyes are firmly fixed on his wife's round peach-like buttocks, the small clothes strangling some shapes out of her flesh, which is perfectly displayed in front of his father's eyes through the hip skirt. Rubbing his hands together, the satisfaction in his eyes grew, and as he approached his wife, he raised his hand and slapped her lightly. What are you doing?" "Nothing, I came to see what you were doing." Father said while gently placing his large palm on his wife's upturned ass and started rubbing it vigorously, his fingers were still at one point about to touch his wife's small clothes and rubbing back and forth at the root of her thighs. "Ah! Dad!" Wife panicked, "You ...... how can you do this ...... if you do this again, I'll tell Feng!" <br