Faced with an invitation from his beautiful disciple, Sun Zhe had no reason to refuse. He pounced, gripping her soft, stocking-clad thighs and folding her body in half on the bed. Her knees, wrapped in two layers of silk, nearly pressed against her snowy, full bosom.
The next moment, Sun Zhe drove down from an almost vertical angle, his spear-like member striking like a dragon. His powerful hips thrust forward, creating a palpable gust of wind.
SLAP!
A dull, clear sound of flesh colliding echoed through the small compartment.
The veiny, monstrous member parted her two tender, flushed petals as if possessed by a demon, brutally invading the delicate, honeyed passage. It sank to the hilt, ruthlessly pounding the depths of her womb. The sight was both beautiful and tragic.
