Objectively speaking, Ye Tong's actions were deceiving herself at the moment, but Yang Fan understood the complexity of her heart.
So he just went with it.
No matter how high the hurdle, slowly stepping over it, one would always manage to get past it.
He gently pried open Ye Tong's peach-like buttocks and slowly inserted a bit.
Just a bit.
Like a snake only sticking its head in.
Yang Fan kept his promise and didn't insert even an inch more.
But even so, he felt the sister-in-law's unparalleled tightness and burning heat.
Actually, at this moment, there were ten thousand thoughts shouting in his heart, desperately wanting to thrust hard so everything would be set.
But he still restrained himself.
Just one thrust inside, this thing was very simple.
But the sister-in-law's grievances that would follow would be extremely complex.
It was better to move her with real actions, letting her take the initiative to put it all in.
