Zhang Hao, having furiously thrust without feeling the urge to climax, carried Zhao Qing to the bed, had her wrap her legs around him, and exposed her wetness.
That position was something Zhao Qing had never experienced before, and her embarrassment was off the charts the first time she assumed it.
"Nurse Zhao, if you don't satisfy me, then I'm going back," he said.
Now that her desires were fully awakened, she couldn't let Zhang Hao leave. Zhao Qing quickly spread her legs and held onto her calves.
"Doctor Zhang, I feel like I've become one of those Fleshlights you men use!" she exclaimed.
Zhang Hao didn't respond, but he indeed felt that way. Having Zhao Qing hold her legs was to ensure she couldn't move in other ways later on.
He looked down at his member sliding in and out of her, thrusting hard every time just as it was about to slip out.
Each time he hit Zhao Qing's spot, she would scream loudly.
