The urgent knocking on the door was incessant.
But Su Qingli turned a deaf ear to it, showing no trace of panic, only a touch of impatience. At this moment, she was on her hands and knees, her full, snow-white bottom raised high. Biting down on a lock of her hair, she was enduring the fierce thrusts from the man behind her.
She propped up her upper body with her elbows and looked down between her slightly parted thighs, which formed an inverted 'V'. She could faintly see her own lush, glistening bush dripping with a milky fluid, and behind her, the man's two swinging sacs, similarly slick with white. Each time those sacs slapped against her soft entrance, they made a delightful slapping sound.
Just then, Sun Zhe slowed his pace and asked, "Who's knocking?"
Su Qingli picked up her phone from the side and checked the security camera feed. "It's Ye Fei. Don't worry about that waste of space. You finish first."
