In the dim, ambiguous light of the massage parlor late at night, Yi Xiang, dressed in a tight-fitting nurse's uniform, her large breasts nearly bursting out from beneath the fabric, skillfully kneaded my back, her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally sliding towards my waist. I rolled over, pinning her beneath me, and tore open her clothes, revealing her snow-white breasts. Yi Xiang gasped repeatedly, her vulva already soaked. I thrust my hips forward, and she cried out incessantly, her legs wrapping around my waist. With each thrust, fluids splattered, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing. Her eyes were glazed, and she convulsed as she ejaculated inside me during her orgasm, utterly wanton.
