"Ah, ah... come on, satisfy me with your big stick."
"Mr. Duan, hurry... give it to me, I want it..."
In the room, Qi Molli had been stirred up by Mr. Duan into a mess of desire, desperately pleading.
"You little slut, bend over, I like it from the back," Mr. Duan commanded.
Qi Molli didn't hesitate at all, obediently leaned over the table, sticking up her ass, turned her head back, looked at him with seductive eyes, and coquettishly said, "Come on, I'm ready, be rough..."
"Heh, I'll show you what being fierce is like."
Mr. Duan smirked, thrust his firm member, and entered Qi Molli's body.
At that moment, Qi Molli was stunned, seemingly not feeling much, just lightly "Mmm"ed.
"Scream, why aren't you screaming? Scream louder," Mr. Duan thrust vigorously from behind.
Qi Molli pouted, giving him a resentful look, and said pitifully, "Mr. Duan, your thing is so small, I can't feel a thing."
At her words, I almost burst out laughing.