Ye Nolisi's eyes scanned over Yang Rong sprawled out on the ground with deep, rhythmic breaths. Her chest rose and fell with each inhalation and exhalation, her muscles tensing and relaxing like a graceful dance. Sweat glistened on her brow, giving her best pose for an erotic photoshoot.
"Did you enjoy it?" Ye Nolisi asked.
"Fuck..." Yang Rong let out a string of curses as she pressed her ample breasts against the ground, their curves and contours shifting and molding under her weight. She turned her head towards Ye Nolisi, her expression a mix of annoyance and discomfort. "Don't ever do that again," she grumbled, "it's just too weird."
"But it's pleasurable," Ye Nolisi added with a sly smile, his eyes dark and mischievous. He confidently sat on her legs, his body positioned over hers as he guided himself towards the entrance of her backdoor.
"Hey, don't do that," Yang Rong's eyes widened as she said.
