"Oh… so big… master… it's stretching me… slow down…"
Ren Tian'ai, bent over the table, was raising her buttocks high and gripping the edge of the table tightly.
Behind her, Lin Fan was holding the Iron Pestle as he entered her rarely used back door.
Even with sufficient lubrication and preliminary exploration by the anal plug, when Lin Fan entered, she couldn't stop writhing in pain, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.
"Wow, so tight!"
When the Iron Pestle finally fully entered, Lin Fan couldn't help but moan, and he had to admit, this unconventional route offered a texture quite unlike the usual frontal embrace. Even the tightness of petite types like Li Huifang and Xie Qian couldn't compare to the enveloping feeling of her muscles that nearly made him lose control.
"It's… too big, master… I feel… like I'm going to burst!"
