Zhang Xiaorui lay on her side on the bed, legs spread, welcoming Zhao Chi's relentless gallop within her moist body. The rapid thrusting created waves of tingling pleasure, yet it also left her with a feeling akin to scratching an itch through a boot.
Because Zhao Chi had entered just a bit, the pleasure that seeped in was indeed heavenly, but it never reached the satisfaction of a deep, forceful plunge. There wasn't enough friction to produce a true sense of fulfillment.
At first, Zhang Xiaorui enjoyed such pleasures, but as her desire flared and intensified, she increasingly found this shallow gratification insufficient.
Zhang Xiaorui yearned for Zhao Chi's manhood to thrust into her from behind, to frantically rub inside her.
Her full, round buttocks pressed against Zhao Chi's lower half, and since neither dared exert too much force, he couldn't fully penetrate. His movements were gentle yet swift.
