Accompanied by Yao Yu's fierce thrusts, Zhao Chi reached his peak once again. She grasped his hands tightly, pressing them against the bouncing bunnies above her, as the speed of her twerking buttocks increased progressively.
Then, a gush of thick, translucent nectar burst forth. The sticky, crystal-clear nectar flowed down from Zhao Chi's lower body, wetting his abdomen and even leaving numerous traces on the bedsheets.
After reaching this peak, a sweat-drenched Yao Yu finally released all her pent-up desires and collapsed exhausted into Zhao Chi's arms.
Yao Yu lay on top of Zhao Chi, nuzzling her head against his chest, while below, they remained tightly joined together.
Yao Yu was finished, but Zhao Chi's desire had been directly ignited. He took a deep breath, pinned down the limp Yao Yu beneath him, and began to devour her fiercely.
At the same time, Zhao Chi's hips continuously pumped, launching a passionate attack on Yao Yu's lower regions.
