Open the door, the sun shone into the room, and the Buddha shot into a dark abyss. Um... Um... Ah... The deep and low breathing filled the whole house. The source of the sound was a beautiful woman leaning forward in front of her plump body, one hand leaning on the stove, the other hand holding the spatula, skillfully and casually flipping the food in the pot. Her lower body, hips were raised high, the home apron was circled to the waist, the lace panties were pulled down to the knees, a pair of long long legs in long flesh-colored stockings stepped on a pair of white high-heeled sandals