The oppressive, heavy silence of the room was broken only by the thick, wet sounds of He Lan's throat struggling to accommodate Shen Yu's massive, expanded length.
Ggghk… glough… hmnnn…
Shen Yu took things deliberately slow at first, allowing the sheer psychological weight of his sudden dominance to sink into her mind. His grip on her hair was iron-clad, tilting her head at an unyielding angle that forced her face flush against his lower abdomen.
With slow, heavy, deliberate thrusts of his hips, he began to draw his monstrous shaft nearly all the way out, letting her catch a desperate, ragged breath, before burying it right back down to the hilt, stretching the corners of her mouth to their absolute limits.
He Lan's hands clutched frantically at his thighs, her fingers digging uselessly into the dense, marble-like muscle hidden beneath the displaced white and gold garments.
