"Ah!"
Zhao Chi remained still without issue, but as he moved, the friction stirred up an arousing and tingling sensation that made Song Yan involuntarily cry out. Then, as if by instinct, Song Yan raised her pert buttocks once again, causing Zhao Chi's member to press directly between her thighs, into that secret place.
That direct contact was squarely in the correct position. It made Song Yan moan softly, her whole body trembling as if shocked by electricity, with a wave of indescribable tingling sweeping over her.
Zhao Chi's desire surged as well. That last thrust hadn't been particularly hard nor soft, yet it had made him involuntarily grab Song Yan's hips and made another thrust...
"Mmm..."
Song Yan couldn't help but moan, their lower bodies pressed tightly together even with their pants in between, turning the room's atmosphere sensual.
Zhao Chi gasped for air and looked down, even able to see a small spot on Song Yan's yoga pants that had changed color.
