"Han Ya, you like to compete with Han Meng, right? Well, let me tell you, Han Meng has already been fucked senseless by Big Dick here and has passed out from exhaustion."
"I didn't cum inside her, but now, let me see what you've got."
Tang Feng was slowly thrusting while kneading Han Yao's beautiful breasts, and in his magnetic voice he was saying.
The pain, even more severe than that of having her cherry popped, gradually subsided with Tang Feng's movements.
Bit by bit, pleasure began to surface.
Deep in her flower path, trickles and droplets of fluid started to flow.
As her pathway grew wetter, the pain eased further, and the pleasure intensified.
A deep sense of shame still caused Han Yao to struggle violently.
Even though her struggles proved ineffective, Han Yao didn't give up, her beautiful eyes even radiated a murderous glare.
However, upon hearing Tang Feng mention Han Meng, a struggle ignited in Han Yao's gaze.
Her delicate body gradually softened.
