I would be surprised if I didn't, my body is full of wicked fire.
And having finally broken through the entrance to Lin Waner's secret realm, I should continue while it's still open to me.
If I miss this opportunity, who knows when the next one will come.
"Are you really not going to kick me again?" Lin Zhenghui climbed back onto the bed and, looking at her tender red lips still stained with blood, he asked.
"I'll be gentler, slower," said Lin Waner, her cheeks flushed with a bit of apology.
"Promise, okay? Don't kick me again; my wound still hurts."
"Mm, come on..."
This time, Lin Waner didn't kick him.
Because he really did enter slowly and gently.
Although there was still a bit of pain, it was replaced by an overwhelming sense of love that made her body involuntarily arch and twist.
Similarly, Lin Zhenghui, enveloped by this tight sensation, couldn't help but start moving, fighting with real swords and spears...
