Ye Jian could remember all too vividly the previous times she had tried to take this monstrous thing inside her on her own.
No matter how aroused she had been, just the bulbous, throbbing head had proven far too massive and wide for her tight, untouched secret garden.
She had feared it would truly break her fragile body once it finally forced its way into her deepest parts.
Now, under his dominant presence, her body was surrendering in ways she had only dreamed of.
Her slick entrance stretched obscenely wide around the thick girth of Lin Feng's mighty staff, the delicate pink folds clinging desperately to every veined inch as he advanced.
The sight alone was lewd and intoxicating as her tiny hole stretched to its absolute limit, glistening with her abundant arousal.
"Ahhhhh…!"
A long, throaty moan escaped Ye Jian's lips as the burning stretch consumed her.
