Li Qianfan rudely lunged forward, pinning Zhou Zitong beneath him.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Zitong suddenly exerted strength, overturning Li Qianfan and sitting atop him.
"Master, just lie still, let your apprentice serve you," Zhou Zitong said coyly.
Finished speaking, Zhou Zitong began attending to Li Qianfan, her movements up and down like a galloping horse, her throat emitting soft moans.
Li Qianfan's hands were not idle either, caressing Zhou Zitong's white, beautiful legs or fondling the delights of her chest.
Soon, Zhou Zitong tasted ultimate pleasure, panting endlessly atop Li Qianfan.
"Why have you stopped?" Li Qianfan asked with a smile.
"Let… let me catch my breath…" Zhou Zitong panted in reply.
"Apprentice, you're so useless, your Master hasn't had enough yet, and you've already given up," Li Qianfan teased.
"That's because you're too good, Master. If it were an ordinary man, just a few moves and he'd surrender," Zhou Zitong said.
