Zhou Qian was like a puppet, inexperienced, everything proceeded under Song Guanchao's guidance.
She didn't need to do anything, just enjoy the pleasure.
Her panties hung at her ankles; her height of 1.65 meters wasn't short, but she seemed petite in front of Song Guanchao.
He picked her up, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her plump thighs in torn stockings.
Song Guanchao's big hands couldn't fully grasp her round buttocks.
With a firm squeeze, then release, it bounced like a balloon.
He supported her buttocks, found Yumen, and slowly eased in.
"Ah~" Zhou Qian suddenly tightened her grip around his neck.
With experience from before, Zhou Qian wasn't as startled as the first time, but she still needed to adjust.
At the moment of complete union, Zhou Qian's buttocks twitched.
Song Guanchao held her gently, softly.
Until she fully adapted and responded intensely, Song Guanchao started at a pile-driving pace.
