Charlos directed Rissa's waist to back away while both hands held onto the wall. Charlos pulled back her skirt and inserted his manly part behind Rissa's body.
Rissa gasped and was almost out of breath. The pressure Charlos gave was so intense. Rissa spread her legs a little, so Charlos's manhood could move more comfortably.
Rissa wanted to squeeze something, but she couldn't. So she groped behind and grabbed Charlos's shirt and squeezed it. She moved to the rhythm of Charlos. Her breasts dangled and swayed wildly.
Charlos cupped one breast and gently twisted the top of her breast. Rissa increasingly floated in the air. One hand pressed against Rissa's buttocks.
"Ah… Charlos…"
"Yes, honey? Do you like it? Tell me…"
"Yes… Yes… Ah…" Rissa sighed in a wave of passion that almost blinded her eyes.
"Rissa… I love you so much! I… really love you so much!" cried Charlos.
