Xixi stood under the showerhead, with warm water converging into a thin stream sliding down her neck.
Her front undefended, her back pressed tightly against him.
His treasure prodded continuously along the crevice of her buttocks, seeking out that tender haven.
However, her thighs were clamped tight, never allowing entry, only allowing him to linger outside the jade gate.
Dahai's large hand grasped and molded the soft fullness into various shapes, his fingers pinching the peach tips, his right hand indistinguishable from her valley between the gaps of her thighs.
Listening to his gentle inquiry, her body manipulated in such a manner, Xixi was hardly able to maintain her composure.
"No, no way," she said with a trembling voice.
Dahai was not discouraged, continuing tender caresses and kisses, "Lawyer Xu, please give me a chance to show you, okay?"
Different women required different approaches.