Days on end.
When the woman, exhausted, collapsed onto Tang Feng's chest, he immediately rose, flipping her beneath him.
Her symmetrical, beautiful legs rested on his lower abdomen, her smooth, lustrous feet dangling in mid-air.
"Oh... you feelin' it yet?" The woman's body swayed as she asked in a sweet, sticky voice.
Tang Feng's large hand firmly pressed down on her legs, vigorously thrusting against her plump body.
"Not feelin' it yet, huh? What's wrong, can't keep up?" he asked, looking at her seductive face.
"You're such a beast... oh... I don't even know, how Yaya's tiny frame can withstand this," the woman gasped between complaints.
Her upturned butt cheek nestled against Tang Feng's thigh, gently rubbing.
The thrusting heat and stiffness stirred within her flower path, swaying and churning with the rocking of her hips.
"Ah... ah... you're gonna fuck me apart today... oh..."
Though she said this, her response was fiercely passionate.
