Xu Wendong only felt his mouth dry and his tongue parched. Although he anticipated such things, he wasn't overwhelmed by lust. He nervously looked at Ding Yao, "Sister Ding, that thing cannot just..."
'Mmm'
Before he could finish speaking, Xu Wendong felt wrapped in warmth and tightness. He finally ventured into the depths of the enchanting Taoyuan.
That warmth and tenderness intoxicated him, making him lose himself and hard to extricate.
He, once a grown boy, finally matured into a real man.
Of course.
He always restrained his primal 'impulses' and did not wantonly indulge his desires, as Ding Yao was seriously ill and could not endure too much torment.
Instead, this cautiousness, combined with the first-time nervousness and anticipation, made Xu Wendong surrender after only half an hour.
Ding Yao leaned against him, her face flushed with satisfaction and happiness.
In contrast, Xu Wendong looked a bit awkward and at a loss.
