Xu Wendong nodded slightly, his movement gentle yet tinged with urgency as he slowly pulled out.
Then he gently helped Qing Niao up, turned her around, and had her kneel on the soft bed.
Qing Niao raised her round, plump ass high, like a little beast waiting to be tamed.
Xu Wendong's hands held her waist firmly, and with a wet squelch he thrust into that damp, tender place of hers…
This brand‑new angle made Qing Niao let out a long, utterly satisfied moan.
Her hands clutched the sheets tightly, knuckles whitening from the force, as if trying to seize and hold on to that surging pleasure.
Xu Wendong's movements gradually sped up, and once again the room filled with the fierce slap of bodies colliding, mixed with their rough, ragged breathing, weaving together into a symphony steeped in desire.
Outside the window.
