"Woo woo woo..."
Fang Ling's small cherry mouth was about to be stretched, and even her throat was choked, making her feel breathless. But for Yang Cheng, she had no choice but to do her best to cooperate, allowing him to move in and out more smoothly.
Her saliva overflowed from the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin onto Yang Cheng's body.
Yang Cheng heard her painful whimpering and felt heartbroken, but now he was burning with desire. He felt increasing pain below, and if he didn't release soon, he might become the first cultivator to explode from the inside.
"Ling Ling, I'm sorry, just bear with it."
Yang Cheng softly coaxed, then held her head and thrust forcefully. A tingling sensation spread from below, and the feeling of swelling pain started to diminish, his face showcasing a look of enjoyment.
Fang Ling looked up at him and, seeing how immersed he was, matched his force, though her mouth hurt so much she felt her jaw might dislocate.
