Zaba zaba.
The shallower the water became as we approached the shore.
Zab!
Eventually the water rose only up to my waist and knees.
"Kuh…!"
I had been careless.
I had adjusted the force I was using to hold the fish's mouth so I wouldn't feel sexual pleasure from it, and I had looked at the fish's face to make my cock wilt.
Therefore, I swear, I felt nothing from the fish's mouth.
And my non-erect cock's defensive power was indeed stronger than the fish's biting attack.
But once I was out of the water, the fish's entire weight hung from my cock.
Furthermore, the cold river water had shrunk my cock even more than usual. My defensive power had reached its limit.
The fish's mouth was sinking its teeth into my cock. This was bad. If this continued, my cock's defensive power would be beaten by the fish's bite!
