Her mouth released the head. The cock, wet with her saliva, stood free. The crimson head, broad and slick, pointed upward. The princess's pussy, descending, aligned.
Jin Yuhan's small hand reached down. Her pale fingers found his cock. She gripped the shaft. Her hand, smaller than Madam Fengyan's, barely closed around the girth. She positioned the head against her entrance. The broad, wet surface pressed against her thin pink lips.
She sank.
Slowly. Her hips lowered. Her weight, slight, pushed down. The head pressed against her entrance. The lips, thin and delicate, parted. The head entered. The broad surface stretched her. She gasped.
"Hah..." The sound escaped her. Her coral lips parted. Her dark eyes, wet, wide, looked down. At the junction. At the cock, entering her body. At the lips, stretching.
Tianlong's hands found her waist. His large, pale fingers gripped her slender hips. He held her. Not pushing. Not pulling. Holding.
