"Ah!"
Before Yan Jing could finish speaking, she felt the burning heat sliding past her fingers, filling her up in an instant.
That feeling of being stuffed continued, going deeper.
Just one second later, it fully entered her.
The sensation of being completely full, as if her soul was disengaging from her body, sent her already high arousal straight to the peak.
Her body trembled like a drifting leaf, shook gently, as if clear springs were flowing slowly.
She, she had come!
After a brief pleasure, she clung to her clarity and bit her lip, saying, "What are you doing!"
Wang Dahai held onto her waist and suddenly stopped, surprised, "I'm helping you."
"You, you, how can you enter... wasn't it supposed to be done in a different way?"
She felt like crying, yet the pleasure of her body made her unable to stop.
Wang Dahai was stunned, then said, "You used your mouth to help me, if I also use my mouth, wouldn't I still owe you?"