Zhao Chi's lower body was hard as iron and equally enthusiastic as a raging fire. Each powerful thrust reached her deepest part, provoking a tingling pleasure that brought an unprecedented stimulus, time and time again.
Such powerful impacts made Yao Yu's delicate body rock, her ample breasts bouncing wildly as if her soul was about to be shaken out of her. It was a wondrous sensation she had never experienced with anyone but Zhao Chi.
Yao Yu soon succumbed under Zhao Chi's relentless pounding, feeling bursts of that peculiar tingling and cramps below. An electrifying pleasure swept through her body, as if a torrential flood wanted to burst forth within her.
At this moment, Yao Yu had completely entered a state of self-forgetfulness. She desperately covered her mouth with her hand, but it kept trembling, and a pleasure seeking release erupted like a volcano, pouring out in an instant.
"I can't... I can't take it anymore..."
"Zhao Chi... ah... ha..."
