The thong's string was so thin it barely covered anything.
Chen Dashan extended his large, rough hand and began to knead the perky buttocks, and within a moment, several red marks were left on the snow-white skin. His hand felt the smooth and delicate swell of her rear as he slapped it mightily.
There was a loud "smack!"
Zhou Xueqin's face flushed and, turning her head while panting heavily, she said, "Don't, not like this, we've only just met, it's not right!"
Chen Dashan hooked his hand around the thin thong and looked at her garden from behind, its color tender and pink, the bush as if freshly watered, dripping and hanging with dewdrops.
Chen Dashan's mouth was dry with desire, not bothering to remove the thong, he thrust forward, stuffing his giant dragon inside her.
"Ah..."
"Mmm ah..."
Zhou Xueqin arched her neck and moaned lasciviously.
