"What are you doing!"
Zhao Xue was terrified, her voice trembling.
With a tug, Dahai pulled her little intimates down to her knees.
"Giving you a massage," he said.
"I told you it's my back!" she said in urgent protest, raising her voice.
She bent over hurriedly to pull up her little intimates, intending to put them on.
But as she bent over, her buttocks protruded, fully exposed to Dahai's view.
The delicate pink gate, adorned with droplets of water, was completely uncovered.
With both hands, Dahai grabbed her petite waist and thrust his hips forward in a smooth motion.
The tent already set up in his pants pressed against her tender privacy.
Although separated by trousers, with that thrust, Dahai still felt the softness and moisture distinctly.
And this unexpected move also made Zhao Xue's heart flutter.
This moment, more stimulating than when Dahai had caught and kneaded her fullness, shot through her body like an electric current, rendering her legs weak.
