Time had passed for quite a while, and at this moment, Lao Jinzhi lay in bed with wide eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, her mind completely blank.
Mainly because, Chu Dazhuang had given Lao Jinzhi such immense pleasure, that it could be said it was unparalleled in her over forty years of life.
She felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation and comfort, with every part of her body that had been massaged flowing with an intoxicating sensation. In this state, she felt as if her very being had become lighter.
And there was another thing, this Chu Dazhuang, simply inhuman, with his size being one thing, but who could have imagined his onslaught would be so swift and fierce, charging forward from the start, directly reaching deep into Lao Jinzhi's belly, overwhelming her.
But fortunately, Lao Jinzhi was quite sturdy, and Chu Dazhuang made it extremely comfortable for her.
