Bara thrust his body inside Dila, it turns out that women's grips are more pleasurable than men's. He wanted more as he enjoyed the grips around his manhood.
Dila couldn't cry anymore. The fight was over. Bara got her virginity. She is no longer a virgin. She was torn and bleeding.
Bara continues to launch his attacks, pricking into Dila's body. He bit and squeezed Dila's breast. He is like a traveler who has just quenched his thirst after a long journey in the desert.
Bara was in euphoria, enjoying his lust. He ignored Dila's wailing and screams from the pain in her femininity. The fresh blood flowing from her wife's crotch did not dampen Bara's intention to push and enjoy Dila's body. The white sheet became a witness to Dila's virginal blood that seeped like tap water.
