"Dahai, please stop, it's making me feel so uncomfortable."
"Mmh~ I can't take it anymore, it's so uncomfortable."
Jiang Rou, with her back to Wang Dahai, had her beautiful legs bent, her buttocks perked up high.
The shoulder strap nightgown hung around her waist, and Wang Dahai grasped this pair of lush peaches from behind.
Her delicate jade back pressed tightly against Wang Dahai's chest and belly, while Dahai's buddy was firmly pressed against the soft garden of her peach.
Jiang Rou pressed her legs together tightly, trapping that treasure in the crevice between the roots of her thighs and her peach garden.
With every thrust of Wang Dahai's hips, the sensation of friction between his treasure and her peach garden left her feeling electrified.
But she was struggling to cope.
It was too much to bear.
She felt so empty, so itchy.
The more Dahai rubbed, the itchier she became.
"Dahai, may I help you release it?"