Lin Zhenghui didn't care whether she could take it or not.
He only knew to put a safety helmet on his Long, before making it shrink a little with practice.
Then with a thrust of effort, he sent it into the beautiful air hostess Qiman's sacred place.
This time, Lin Zhenghui let his member slowly enter, instead of thrusting it all the way in at once.
As such, Qiman didn't feel any pain, just an indescribable wave of pleasure flooding her heart.
Her hands rested on Lin Zhenghui's legs, wanting to sit up.
But Lin Zhenghui held her by her waist, preventing her from sitting up and instead firmly pressing down on her waist, making her slowly take a seat.
"Hmm!? It's in?" Qiman didn't expect Lin Zhenghui to be so daring, choosing her back door instead of the front.
Who said Lin Zhenghui wouldn't take the front when he had the chance, instead of just the back door?
