Although they had agreed to continue, Li Jia's heart just wasn't in it, and she couldn't get into the right state of mind.
Yang Fan felt as if he was trying to grind an iron rod into a needle on a whetstone, an utterly dry sensation that was far from pleasurable.
In such a state, Yang Fan even thought about bowing out early, as it was quite lackluster.
However, intent on making sure that they completed the deed properly this time, Yang Fan changed his approach, not thrusting deeply but instead prodding at the deep spot.
He just wanted to make himself a bit more comfortable, but unexpectedly, this change greatly diminished the dryness, and there even seemed to be a hint of moisture appearing.
This approach of not moving much but simply prodding seemed to stimulate Li Jia as well.
In less than a dozen moves, she suddenly let out a couple of sensual moans, her buttocks restlessly squirming.
Seeing her like this, Yang Fan couldn't help but chuckle.
