Wang Jing's body tensed up, her hands clutching the bedsheets tightly.
"Don't... I have a boyfriend now." She lay on her side, not daring to look back, her mouth saying so.
Her voice was soft and weak, like a plea.
But that big hand just did as it pleased.
It kneaded her perky butt, leaving her whole body feeling limp.
At this moment, Wang Jing's mind went blank, she even forgot to resist.
"Enough... Stop it," she continued to say.
She just hoped that after the man behind her had his fun, he would stop there.
Inside her pants, that big hand paused.
She felt a huge relief.
But then, that big hand slid down from her perky butt into the crevice of her thighs.
Oh...
Her body shuddered.
The big hand pressed on her soft spot from behind.
Through her panties, it pressed gently, squeezing.
Her clam-like flesh was kneaded until it felt unbearably ticklish and sour.
Waves of electrical current surged through her.
