Ye Zhilin had just climaxed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks, when Ye Fei's thick cock filled her again.
Determined to bring him to the same peak, she tightened her already snug pussy, squeezing and releasing in rhythm with his thrusts.
This technique worked wonders; Ye Fei felt as if his cock was being sucked by an infant's mouth, the tender walls of her vagina massaging his sensitive head in an utterly intoxicating way. He held her legs up, thrusting with all his might, driving her wild as her juices flowed freely.
The sound of his balls slapping against her plump, pale ass echoed through the room—slap… slap… slap…—a steady, lewd rhythm.
Ye Zhilin was on the verge of another climax, her eyes tightly shut, her dark hair cascading around her, her body glistening with sweat.
