Zhao Chi could clearly feel that Zhang Xiaorui was already wet. The secreted moisture had soaked her panties, even staining his own.
Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaorui was fully indulging in the sensation of Zhao Chi's firmness below, involuntarily rubbing herself against it gently.
"Mmm... Hngh..."
With each rub, Zhang Xiaorui let out a series of soft murmurs.
Her voice instantly ignited Zhao Chi's desire. He breathed heavily, his hot palm sliding under the hem of Zhang Xiaorui's underwear, slowly exploring, caressing her slippery, tender waist. The smoothness made Zhao Chi somewhat reluctant to let go.
Continuing to move upward, Zhao Chi's hand brushed over her slightly rounded belly. As if afraid of hurting Zhang Xiaorui, he did not linger there but moved further up, finally grabbing hold of her unobstructed breasts with force!
