One-third in, and Wang Fei's whole body was trembling.
"Oh, oh, oh..."
She kept making feeble sounds, clearly trying her best to restrain herself; otherwise, she might have screamed her throat raw.
"Feels good?"
Su Fan, looking up, gazed at Wang Fei's tightly furrowed brows and her pained expression, feeling a bit pity for her.
"Mmm."
Wang Fei nodded.
Then she sat down suddenly, half-way in.
"Wow..."
This time it was Su Fan's turn to nearly cry out.
It was wonderful.
Indeed, the tightness in the back was not on the same level as the front.
He finally understood why those people in the porn videos, ignoring the front, insisted on using the back.
With Wang Fei's movements, Su Fan felt increasingly intense sensations.
And Wang Fei herself gradually adapted to this feeling.
"Let me take the initiative."
Su Fan lifted Wang Fei in his arms and placed her on the chair.
He put a pillow on the chair for Wang Fei to kneel on.
