Thanks to Sun Zhe's perfect foreplay and the nourishment of his Pure Yang True Qi, Li Shiyan felt no pain when the great dragon finally broke through the thin membrane. There was only an indescribable sense of fullness that made her feel almost breathless, as if her entire being was completely filled.
She craned her long neck back as her stiff, slender waist arched high, lifting her pink buttocks off the bed. A stream of lovely, mournful cries escaped her lips, making her look like a dying swan—pitiful, heart-wrenching, and deserving of affection.
It wasn't until the scorching, massive tip pressed against the tender bud at the end of her channel that she was shocked back to her senses.
Her eyes shimmered with tears, her pitifully enchanting expression deeply moving. In a tearful voice, she said, "Darling, I want a hug…"
Sun Zhe's heart fluttered. The campus queen is usually so proud, but seeing her act so coquettish now... who could possibly resist?
