His palm was almost entirely pressed against her vulva, and He Luo couldn’t tell if he was washing or fondling her. His index finger rubbed her clitoris, while his middle finger gently probed a short distance inside, immediately gripped by her tight v@gin@l muscles.
After a few moments of playing with He Luo’s little p**sy, it was already soaking wet. When Jian Yue’s hand ventured in, she felt a distinct foreign sensation, which was somewhat uncomfortable and even painful. However, he didn’t push directly in but rather gently stroked and teased the sensitive, delicate entrance of her v@gin@.
He Luo’s legs were weak, and she was half-leaning against Jian Yue, her back pressed against his muscular chest. If he weren’t holding one of her breasts with his other hand, she would have had trouble standing.
“Don’t touch me there…”
Jian Yue kissed her cheek. “You don’t like it? But your little p**sy is gripping my hand so tightly.”
Warm water flowed over their bodies.
“No, don’t go too deep, it hurts…” He Luo whimpered, her body trembling slightly with his movements.
Jian Yue’s pen!!s was now fully erect, pressing hard against He Luo’s thigh. She couldn’t ignore its presence.
Fortunately, Jian Yue didn’t intend to play with her p**sy for too long. He quickly withdrew his hand. Just when He Luo thought the torment was over, Jian Yue guided his pen!!s into the gap between her legs, the head parting her labia and pushing in.
“Does it hurt? Let’s try a different way.”
“Mm…”
Jian Yue thrust his pen!!s, rubbing it against the entrance of her p**sy. His movements were slow, deliberately brushing the sensitive clitoris with the tip every few strokes. He wasn’t in a hurry to penetrate; instead, he wanted He Luo to climax even before actual intercourse.
To He Luo, it felt like Jian Yue was giving her p**sy a new kind of initiation with his pen!!s, helping her get used to its hardness and size. Her body responded eagerly, her p**sy secreting more juices, making it incredibly wet. The lubrication made his rubbing even smoother.
“Jian Yue…”
“Please, just put it in, will you?”
The desire to be filled by his big c**ck grew stronger and stronger. Her p**sy felt so itchy and empty, desperately needing to be filled. She knew that saying such things was lewd…
But she couldn’t care anymore.
Jian Yue held her waist, making her bend forward with her butt sticking out. It seemed he had been waiting for He Luo to say those words.
As soon as she spoke, he pressed his veined c**ck slowly into her wet entrance. With all the lubrication, the initial penetration was easy. But soon, her overly tight passage gripped his c**ck, making it hard to move, even making him gasp.