Lin Hao didn't wait any longer. Using the Nine Shallow and One Deep rhythm, he started thrusting in and out, sometimes slow, sometimes fast.
As a young married woman who had only just been deflowered, Liang Caiwei had never been pounded by such a thick, hefty rod before; it felt like every thrust stabbed right into her heart.
The once lonely secret passage was stuffed completely full, and her once empty body and soul were thoroughly filled.
Every impact and every thrust had a different strength, and the sensations they brought were different each time.
Yet each fierce collision still landed right on her sweet spot; as his thrusts alternated light and heavy, the sensations he brought were sometimes blissfully tingling, sometimes an unbearable swollen ache—beyond description.
Assaulted by this fresh, overwhelming pleasure, her tender heart had already sunk into numbness.
