Zhang Xiaomeng took a deep breath; was it really like this?
It was as if he had stumbled upon some unspeakable secret, and at this moment, his satisfaction with Rong Anyao grew even greater.
Rong Anyao was just beginning to speak leisurely at this time.
She slightly lifted her head, looked at Zhang Xiaomeng with indignation, and lightly thumped his leg before she said, "In fact, Wang Tianshan only ever touched me once; he has a unique and wicked taste."
"Don't let his age fool you. Even though he's now in his forties, he actually became impotent at the age of thirty-five."
"I only knew him for a few years, and when he took my virginity at last, it was done with a device." Saying this, Rong Anyao shyly leaned into Zhang Xiaomeng's embrace.
Zhang Xiaomeng's expression immediately froze; didn't this mean that I was the only one who had truly touched An Yao?
Damn it, so it was like that.
Ha ha, so Wang Tianshan can't even perform.
