"Did it really go in? Ling Xue must have torn, right?"
Jiang Baibing, her enchanting eyes moist, leaned against the doorframe. The stimulating sight before her and the wet heat between her thighs nearly made her legs give out. Especially when she saw that massive thing of Chen Yang's actually sliding into Song Lingxue's backdoor, her craving for that great beast intensified. She really, really wanted it.
This was the source of her agonizing internal conflict. My body wants it, my heart desires it… so what am I to do?
Lu Hanyan's seductive, sultry words filled Chen Yang with excitement. He forcefully slapped Song Lingxue's reddening, round buttocks a few times.
"Ah… it hurts…"
The pain from her buttocks relieved much of the suffocating fullness she felt.
How strange… she thought. Why does the pain from being slapped relieve the stuffed, suffocating feeling inside my passage?
