The flower path had never been swept for guests, yet now the gate of brambles was finally opened for you.
Han Ling screamed in pain as a sensation akin to being torn apart engulfed her; her body arched violently, and she trembled intensely, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes.
"Brother Chen, it hurts... it's breaking..."
Her voice trembled with every word.
Li Chen's heart ached as he watched her; he bent down, wrapping his arms around her shivering body, trying to comfort her.
The purity of the young girl's body was just too tight, too delicate; he felt as if his lower half was being clamped in place. The tender flesh inside her clenched rhythmically, providing an unparalleled sense of delight.
After soothing her for a bit, Han Ling started to feel a little better.
Her delicate cheeks still showed some pain, but it was no longer unbearable, and a blissful smile emerged from that pain.
"Brother Chen, it's okay, you don't have to blame yourself."
