Brother Jin propped Aoki Man's legs on his shoulders, kneading her full peach while reaching around to toy with her perky peach bottom—adjusting her body to better sync with his movements.
His motions started gentle, then suddenly became fierce, before slowing down again.
In a word, when it was time to be fast, he was fast; when it was time to be slow, he was slow. He executed with measure and skill, eliciting continuous shrieks from Aoki Man—cries of ecstatic agony.
"Ah..."
Aoki Man cried out sharply, instinctively placing her hands on the insides of her thighs, forcefully spreading her fair legs, her buttocks thrusting upward in eager compliance with Brother Jin's thrusts. Her eyes were slightly closed, presenting an image of both sensuality and allure.
"Ah, ah... Boss Jin, faster, go faster, I can take it, please, harder..."
"Heh heh, well then, I won't be polite. I'm quite fierce, and if you can't take it later, you'll have to tell me."