"Ah!!!"
Shang Meili covered her mouth, her expression pained, her entire body tensely drawn.
Since that time, we hadn't done it again; she still couldn't handle my "Great General," let alone with no preparation, hardly any moisture.
It hurt, but her expression was one of excitement, biting her lip, clinging tightly to me.
"Chen Yang, feels good, doesn't it? Is it really that pleasurable?"
"If you do as I say, take down that woman for me, strip her of her position, I'll let you have this every day... Am I not beautiful? I'm so much better than those trashy women you used to mess with!"
She whispered seductively into my ear, her breath warm and fragrant.
"Chen Yang, don't... don't move, wait, it hurts! It hurts! Ah! Ah! Why are you in such a hurry, is it that good? Then you move! Ah! Ah!"
