The air suddenly fell silent.
As she felt the scorching-hot behemoth slowly push its way inside her, Leng Yueshuang's eyes widened, her fists clenched tighter, and her delicate body couldn't help but tremble.
"Why… why does it hurt so much?"
A sudden panic seized her. She turned her head to stare at Sun Zhe, her eyes filled with resistance, silently begging him to pull out immediately.
However, Sun Zhe had no intention of considering her feelings at that moment. The turmoil of Yang Qi within him, amplified by the aphrodisiac, had already stripped him of his sanity.
The blunt, massive tip slowly and steadily pressed inward. The thick, veined shaft was enveloped by two pink lips, gradually disappearing into the honeyed grotto as if vanishing completely.
Suddenly, Sun Zhe felt an obstruction—a thin membrane. He wasn't surprised. A proud woman like Leng Yueshuang would never let a man into her bed easily, so it was no wonder this membrane was still intact.
