On one hand, contentedly surrendered to Zhang Hao's conquest, Qianhui also feared that vehicles might pass by on the nearby road.
He Qianhui had no choice but to speed up, hoping that Zhang Hao could come soon.
That way, they might be able to return sooner.
But Zhang Hao had long figured out her little plan, deliberately not focusing all his attention on this task.
"Gentle, don't swallow so deep!"
When Zhang Hao said this, Qianhui surely wouldn't listen, each time she swallowed, she made sure Zhang Hao's mushroom head hit the back of her throat.
This was too much for Zhang Hao to take and, after a few times, he almost lost control.
Zhang Hao quickly pulled out, thus preserving his illustrious reputation.
He Qianhui raised her hand to wipe the saliva from the corners of her mouth, her gaze lingering on that tender piece for a long time.
"Why did you pull out? I haven't had my fill yet!"
