Wang Dahai brought out all his skills, making her massage comfortably soothing.
Ning Mei moaned and felt every inch of her muscles thoroughly massaged.
Wang Dahai's technique was truly superb.
When massaging her thighs, Ning Mei pinched her panties, lifted her butt, and slowly rubbed them down: "Dahai, quickly massage me here."
Wang Dahai swallowed hard.
Ning Mei, moistened by the essential oil, had a greasy sheen on her skin.
Wang Dahai pulled her panties down to her knees and looked back at the door leading to the next room.
He hesitated, then sat on Ning Mei's thighs.
Then, he brought out his member, rubbing it against her slippery groin.
Then he aimed, and with a deep thrust, entered Ning Mei's warm place.
"Ah~"
Ning Mei cried out tremulously, her voice barely contained.
Wang Dahai was startled; the sound was a bit loud.
He wondered if Jiang Yiren in the next room could hear it.
Jiang Yiren did hear it.