Wang Yue gripped Cancan's pale shoulders, his hips a blur of motion as he drove his cock in and out of her soaking wet slit with everything he had.
It was raw, meat-on-meat friction; every deep thrust slammed his head against her pulsing cervix while his balls thudded rhythmically against her pink lips.
Unable to handle the sheer, electric ache of her cervix being hammered, Cancan skillfully hoisted her legs even higher, hooking them tight around Wang Yue's waist. The move thrust her gorgeous little pussy forward, making it even tighter for him.
She locked her arms around his back, her body twisting and her heavy ass bucking upward to meet every lunge, desperate to swallow his length.
Her hips churned like a windmill, and her legs kicked out across the sheets in a trance of pure pleasure.
Wang Yue pulled her flush against him, his rod punishing her canal as her walls clamped and released in a frantic rhythm.
