"Ah!! It hurts so much... brother... please, go slower!"
Yang Xiao's snow‑white, delicate little body trembled, her full, tender breasts swaying in front of Yang Cheng's eyes, making his desire burn even hotter; he almost couldn't resist pinning her down and attacking her fiercely.
She really was still a young girl, her body far too tender; he couldn't even get in, completely stuck at the entrance.
Beads of sweat slid down Yang Cheng's forehead. He forced himself not to ram in, but the feeling was torture; if he kept holding back, he felt like he was going to explode.
"Who told you to seduce me? Weren't you the one who said you weren't allowed to cry out in pain just now?"
Yang Cheng stroked her soft little face, then bent down, hooked her chin, and lowered his head to kiss her.
He wrapped her soft lips in his, kissed for a while, then took the chance to pry open her teeth, sucking on that tiny fragrant tongue and drinking the saliva in her mouth.
