"How could it be this big?"
Witnessing this massive thing up close, throbbing right before her eyes, its hot, masculine scent swirling around her, Chen Huishu was in utter disbelief. She instinctively reached out and gripped it, stroking the thick, hot shaft a few times. It was far too large for her to encircle. "This… this must be fake…"
Chen Huishu noticed the stark contrast between the massive object in her hand and her own fair, slender wrist. It was thicker than her wrist. Compared to her husband Zhou Chun's limp member, this was like the difference between heaven and earth.
If this entered my body, it would definitely tear me apart.
The thought of being torn and ruined was so painful that Chen Huishu stopped stroking it, and the dazed look in her beautiful eyes began to fade.
"Sister Chen, don't play with fire."
