Zhao Chi slowly gyrated his hips, tilting his torso backward, his hands suddenly gripping Song Yan's two pale mounds of her curvaceous behind. Then with a forceful thrust of his lower back, he slammed hard into her snow-white buttocks.
"Slap!"
A sound of flesh colliding echoed as Zhao Chi's member drove straight into the depths of Song Yan's delicate body. A wave of intense pleasure suddenly swept over her, and despite being prepared, Song Yan was still caught off guard by this sudden ecstasy. A wave of intense pleasure washed over her, causing her to widen her eyes and, unable to control herself, release a satisfied moan.
The next second, she realized that her voice was too loud, so she grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa beside her and desperately covered her mouth, her hands clutching the pillow tightly as she tried to withstand the onslaught of pleasure, struggling to manage the wonderful sensations coursing through her body.
