Wen Qinxi had truly mistaken torment for a prick. He now had a clear understanding of how much pain reduction was in Flagship. It was like a bus trying to squeeze into a pin-sized hole and this was just the third finger. He didn't even dare think about what it would be like when the bullet train tries to enter. Wouldn't he faint immediately?
Okay, our boy is good at exaggerating things but this was the only way he could describe how he was feeling right now. He regretted not going to therapy to treat his illness. If he couldn't handle an injection then how was he supposed to endure an XL vibrator down there?
He was thinking of backing out, he wanted to back out and use other methods but he also wanted it so bad. Faced with this fine specimen that wanted him and no one else how could he resist? That sturdy chest with his name carved on it had him so riled up that his cock twitched as though waving at Qie Ranzhe seeking his attention.
