"Ah! Ah! Chen Yang, this feels so good! Too good!"
"Mhm! This is... too thrilling!"
We were both sitting on the electric scooter, her moans growing louder and more ecstatic, as if reaching a peak of pleasure, no longer shy, letting herself go completely.
Her originally tightly clenched smooth, tender legs had also opened, to give me easier access.
She also lifted the hem of her skirt that was pressing down on the seat cushion, worried it would get wet—any moisture would only dampen the seat.
Periodically, people passed by, but she no longer told me to stop, only biting on my hand to keep herself from crying out, intensifying her reactions below.
"Chen Yang, faster, go faster! Teacher... Teacher can't take it anymore! I can't hold back!"
"Faster! Faster! Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"
With my burst of accelerated, ferociously intense thrusts, Ji Siqi's delicate body trembled madly, her cries growing louder. Afraid of being heard, she bit firmly on my hand again, biting down hard.
