At this moment, with 5 centimeters inside, Wang Jie was also feeling a bit uncomfortable—mainly down there. He didn't know why, but after some careful thought, it might have to do with the medicine he had taken with Zhao Qian the day before.
Perhaps the effect of the drug hadn't worn off yet. Thinking of this, Wang Jie felt somewhat miserable.
Once Juanjuan slowly got used to it, she gently moved and slipped up and down, savoring the waves of comfort. She couldn't help herself and, lost in the moment, placed her small hand on her chest, gently kneading it.
With each heavy breath, Juanjuan felt an indescribable stimulation from below, making her almost unable to contain herself. She didn't want to make any noise, but she just couldn't hold it in.
Especially with Wang Jie's big thing inside her, the wetter it got, the more comfortable she felt, and the more water there was. The original 5 centimeters had now gone to 10 centimeters.
