"Ah! Ah!"
Song Yiran kept trembling, her red lips clenched tight, but she still couldn't hold back cries of pain.
She was so delicate, so tight that it had been hard for me to enter before, let alone now as she took me in this way, the process extraordinarily difficult.
And I, on the other hand, felt the ultimate comfort, as well as that huge psychological thrill, satisfaction, moaning nonstop, quivering continuously.
Until she suddenly let out a sharp scream, collapsed powerlessly, and clung to me, her body still shivering from the intense pain, yet her expression was one of immense joy and contentment.
"Xiao Yang!"
She pressed against my cheek, gently rubbing her face against mine, "Are you happy?"
"Mmm! Happy!"
I was still shivering, even just being embraced like this, the extremely tight heat enveloping me was making me feel ecstatic, almost to the point of hallucination, and her joy made me all the more elated.
