The originally pink entrance was now a mess, like a delicate flower battered by a storm, red and swollen, thoroughly ravaged.
Was this his doing?
But thinking carefully, he had not used particularly great force just now, and had only ejaculated once; how had Sophia ended up like this from his fucking? In his memory, this woman was clearly very resilient to it.
Adam wanted to delve deeper into his thoughts, but as he approached the key point, his mind felt like it had been pricked by a needle, aching terribly.
He could not think about it.
The priority now was to clean Sophia up and apply some medicine to that可怜 little flower.
His phone, wallet, and car keys were nearby; after cleaning Sophia, Adam grabbed these and headed out. In the dead of night, few pharmacies were open, and he went to great lengths to obtain the medicine and bring it back.
