Liu Sitong tiptoed and cautiously removed Zhao Chi's pants, taking him by surprise. He had no idea what she was up to. Could it be that she was still angry about what had happened during the day, ready to "snip" him away in retribution?
Zhao Chi dared not move a muscle, pretending to be sound asleep, his eyes slightly open to observe Sitong's actions.
He saw Liu Sitong slowly mount him...
From his covert observation, he watched as Sitong straddled him, then slowly squatted down.
With her delicate hand, she gently took hold of Zhao Chi's "member," continuously rubbing it against herself.
Zhao Chi's pupils constricted, fighting hard against the urge to moan, the unusual stimulation almost too much to bear.
Zhao Chi could endure, but Sitong could hardly withstand such stimulation and let out a moan involuntarily.
"Ah...mmh..."
