Time seemed to stand still for Li Meirong as she awkwardly slipped her hands between their bodies and placed the bulbous tip of his blunt intrusion right underneath the juncture of her thighs. Without any further thought, she lowered herself the moment she felt it probing at her entrance.
"Ngh!"
A sharp, stinging pain left Li Meirong gasping for air as Zhu Qingyue flexed his hips forward, rising to meet her, pushing deeper inside her. She could feel her body straining and stretching to accommodate the penetrating foreign object.
Li Meirong was well aware that she wasn't very knowledgeable when it came to sexual relations between men and women. In her previous life, no relationship she'd had with any man had gone that far. In her current life, she had only slept with Zhu Qingyue under the influence of drugs, and to this day couldn't recall much of the encounter.
