In the bathroom, the sounds of rustling water, the proprietress’s moans, and the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin echoed clearly.
The faucet was turned on, with streams of water cascading from the showerhead, falling onto the proprietress’s curved spine. Her round, plump buttocks were thrust forcefully backward, her hands braced against the rack beneath the shower. Her curly long hair swayed, drenched and damp, while her full breasts hung downward, appearing even larger. Her fair, slender long legs were slightly parted, completely bare, yet one leg was still clad in a thoroughly soaked white silk stocking.
The foot wearing the stocking stood flat on the tiled floor, while the other was supported entirely on its tip.
Zhao Ran’s hands gripped the proprietress’s waist—which couldn’t be called slender but was undoubtedly without an ounce of excess fat—as his massive member thrust repeatedly in and out behind her rounded buttocks, producing constant, audible sounds of wetness.
Zhao Ran’s face and body were drenched, though it was unclear whether from sweat or the water spraying from the shower. His mouth was slightly agape as he breathed heavily, on the verge of release.
“Ah… so good…” The proprietress’s cries were somewhat weak, clearly moans she could no longer suppress. Each time Zhao Ran thrust deeply into her, her legs trembled uncontrollably, and her breasts shook into seductive waves of flesh.
Zhao Ran paused once more. His massive member had already twitched twice inside the proprietress’s blossom, nearly spurting out. He quickly stopped, held her buttocks, took a few heavy breaths, and patted her rear. “Move to the edge of the sink.”
Guiding her hips to the left, Zhao Ran shifted the proprietress forward. Still connected at their lower bodies, they slowly made their way to the sink.
The proprietress braced her hands against the countertop. In the mirror before her, blurred with moisture, her flushed and wanton face was reflected.
Her full breasts were now being kneaded by Zhao Ran’s hands.
It was the first time the proprietress had seen herself being taken from behind by a man. She wriggled her hips, adjusting the angle, her slick and saturated passage squeezing Zhao Ran’s massive member.
She gazed seductively at Zhao Ran’s reflection in the mirror and said, “Come on, let’s see how far you can go today, ah…”
Seeing the proprietress’s debauched expression, Zhao Ran took a deep breath and thrust deeply into her once more. Her slippery, nearly mud-like blossom allowed him to plunge and retreat freely. This time, he intended to charge all the way to the peak in one go.
“Ah, ah, ah… I’m done for… you’re killing me…” After a series of frantic, pounding thrusts, the proprietress’s entire body slumped over the sink, her breasts dipping into the basin.
Her accidental touch against the faucet released a stream of water that struck one of her tender nipples. As Zhao Ran’s massive member continued its frenzied thrusting, the proprietress shuddered incessantly, rising onto the tips of her toes, her legs straight and rigid, the muscles of her calves tightly clenched.
Zhao Ran clearly felt the pressure of her convulsing, slick passage around his member and no longer wished to hold back. With each relentless thrust, gush after gush of thick fluid erupted from him.
When Zhao Ran withdrew his massive member from the proprietress’s body, streams of liquid flowed out from her intimate parts, trailing down her buttocks and thighs.
The proprietress remained collapsed over the sink, her arms splayed to either side. The cool marble surface gradually cooled her feverish body as her soft, delicate pants occasionally gave way to low moans.