Zhao Chi, panting heavily, gazed at the stunning buttocks in front of him and the moist, pink flesh, bubbling with excitement. Thinking of how the beautiful and lofty madam usually carried herself, now willingly debasing into a plaything under him, Zhao Chi felt an unparalleled thrill.
Zhao Chi felt his heart was about to jump into his throat, savoring the ultimate pleasure of enjoying a delicate body to the point of no return.
With a swing of his palm, Zhao Chi aimed at Wei Qi's soft, rounded buttocks and slapped down hard. A crisp "smack" echoed, prompting not pain but a sultry moan from Wei Qi. The sound was seductively bone-chilling, causing Zhao Chi's manhood to twitch several times.
Then, Zhao Chi continued to rain down slaps on Wei Qi's bouncy buttocks with both hands. The "smack smack" of flesh on flesh was distinctly clear, but it couldn't drown out Wei Qi's enticing gasps and moans.
