Ceilia's slight frame writhed and contorted under the relentless assault of Xia Tian.
She was caught off guard by by him.
Despite the surprise, she didn't attempt to halt him; rather, she gritted her teeth and clung tightly to his back, determined to endure the sensation.
The sight of a small loli fiercely fending off a grown up adult was deeply gratifying in its own way.
Her tiny hands fought desperately, their feeble attempts to protect her modest bosoms failing against Xia Tian's relentless pursuit. He persisted, his lips greedily indulging in their sweet feast.
A trickle of the milky liquid escaped, splattering onto Ceilia's chest, its mingling with her flushed skin adding to the scene. She lay there, her breath ragged and exhausted, while her small legs rubbed against each other in a restless way.