Tang Feng stood behind, pushing the cart.
That little white dress was rolled up around Dong Qian's waist, her snow-white ass sticking up high, pointed, and below it, his ferocious beast took possession of the valley, the plump clam-like flesh opening up, covered in dewdrops.
The ferocious beast, with each thrust, made the clam-like flesh open and close invitingly.
Her gorgeous legs, curved, were parted, and now with his thrusts, they trembled incessantly.
Watching the beautiful view before him, and hearing the sound of footsteps and girls talking in the hallway from time to time, he grew even more excited.
He raised his hand and slapped that snow-white ass.
Smack.
A crisp sound.
"Oh..." Dong Qian's tone went from low to high, drawn out long.
Tang Feng bent down, laying on her statuesque body, his left hand grabbing a handful of her fullness and kneading it vigorously.
"Ah... ah... oh... yeah..."
Dong Qian was moaning incoherently, a mess of cries.
