A wave of pleasure shot straight up their spines, and both let out simultaneous, contented sighs. Immediately after, Zhao Ran wrapped his arms around Yin Yue’s slender waist and began to move in and out of her slowly. Yin Yue responded with soft, breathy moans.
The sound of skin slapping against her fair, tender bottom filled the room. Zhao Ran gradually picked up his pace, and Yin Yue’s moans grew louder in response.
“Mmm… ah… don’t…”
Zhao Ran’s hands moved forward, grasping Yin Yue’s breasts. He rubbed them over her dress a few times, but it wasn’t enough. He pulled down the zipper of her dress, exposing her smooth back and the clasp of her white bra. Undoing the clasp, he finally took hold of the two soft, plump mounds.
Yin Yue’s breasts were full—so much so that Zhao Ran’s hands couldn’t fully contain them. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling and teasing them. The sharp, pleasurable sensation made Yin Yue’s inner walls clench tighter around him, and Zhao Ran, in turn, thrust into her even faster.
Yin Yue’s moans grew increasingly unrestrained. Zhao Ran pulled her dress and bra off together, and Yin Yue lifted her arms cooperatively, leaving her upper body completely bare. Her clothes gathered in a heap around her waist.
After thrusting a while longer, Zhao Ran suddenly spoke. “Come on, lie down. Let’s change positions.”
Yin Yue turned over and lay back on the sofa. Zhao Ran lifted her legs onto his shoulders, positioned himself at her delicate entrance, and plunged back inside. Her stockings and panties were already pushed down to her knees. She still wore her high-heeled sandals, and her cute toes—encased in sheer hosiery—curled tightly from the intense pleasure.
Zhao Ran held her legs firmly, pressing his face against the silky smoothness of her stocking-clad feet. As