When Shen Zhonghua entered, Shen Qi's eyes were overflowed with tears and slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Shen Zhonghua’s thick length was no less than a lingering field for Shen Qi's death. She still had too little nectar. As soon as his mushroom like head squeezed into the entrance of her hole, it was surrounded by her tight flower mouth, just like a small mouth biting and didn't want to let go.

Shen Zhonghua couldn't help taking a deep breath. He just remembered letting her make enough water to lubricate so when he entered she wouldn’t be hurt. But he forgot for a moment that Shen Qi was still a virgin at present. He tried several times and could only squeeze in the tip. He didn't dare to push in with brute force, scared of hurting her. He was also afraid that her hot, tight and wet small mouth would bite him. It was too exciting. Now his spring feelings were overflowing, unable to bear this kind of outbreak.

He had to withdraw. The feeling of cramped foreign objects disappeared. Shen Qi thought he had let her go, but didn’t expect Shen Zhonghua to put a finger into her tight, narrow hole.