Zhang Xiaomeng caressed Bai Xuelian's abundant and exquisite body, his hands roaming over her.
Feeling both shy and angry, Bai Xuelian couldn't help but struggle.
But how could she, a fair and delicate woman, be a match for the strong and vigorous Zhang Xiaomeng?
After fruitless attempts, Bai Xuelian found herself even more unsettled by Zhang Xiaomeng's touch.
Those fervent hands ceaselessly explored the most sensitive parts of her body.
Although she was seething with hatred, Bai Xuelian's body, long deprived, responded eagerly.
Unable to control herself, her face flushed a deep red, and even her pale, tender neck took on a pink hue.
Sweat broke out on her forehead, Bai Xuelian panted heavily, her eyes growing hazy.
What embarrassed her even more was that the spring beneath her skirt had once again begun to overflow, its slippery wetness causing shame and discomfort.
Instinctively, she pressed her legs together, her thighs moving minutely, gently rubbing against each other.
