Above, Liu Qiang, who galloped without restraint, was exceptionally thrilled.
As he continuously went in and out, watching the woman's complexion turn from fair to a rosy flush, he felt an inexplicable sense of excitement.
At this moment, numerous worries vanished into thin air.
Below, the slender woman felt an abnormal pain.
The vigorously moving Liu Qiang, breathing very rapidly, spewed a heavy smell of alcohol from his mouth and nostrils directly onto her face, giving her the urge to vomit.
Furthermore, Liu Qiang's body was rather bulky, his belly was just too big, and that mass of flesh, repeatedly pressing on her flat abdomen, was extremely uncomfortable.
Plus, the bad thing going in and out of the man seemed exceptionally short and small, likely because he was too fat and had too much flesh, like a toothpick.
How long could a toothpick be?
Although Liu Qiang's movements were intense, a toothpick, for her, a woman who had been through many battles, what use could it be?
