"Ah, it hurts!"
Qiao Yuxin's brows furrowed together.
Her delicate body in the bathtub kept convulsing violently.
I didn't expect it to be so intense, but that first-time wonder felt like being lifted to the clouds.
This was Qiao Yuxin's first time.
The psychological pleasure surpassed everything else.
"No, no, Zhang Yang, you need to stop."
"Qiao, this is how it is; the first time can hurt a bit."
I kissed her gently, comforting her, as tenderly as possible.
Qiao Yuxin wanted to cooperate with me, but later she was still in pain, her face turned pale, tears welled up.
She even nearly trapped me.
Finally, I tried a few more times, but when Qiao Yuxin began convulsing in pain, she refused to continue, so I had to withdraw.
"Sorry, Zhang Yang, I didn't expect it to be like this."
"It's okay, Qiao, we'll try again next time; anyway, I've already had you."
And in the bathtub, a blooming red speck of blood appeared.
I couldn't feel more satisfied.
