Roy sat down.
The tight flower opening without the comfort of foreplay could only swallow half of the glans before it got stuck.
She took several deep breaths, persuading herself to relax her body, while lowering her hips and pulling apart the fabric on her chest, playing with her snow-white breasts. The small nipples quickly stood erect, blooming brightly red like ripe cherries about to burst.
Lawrence watched the lewd and erotic scene, his mind blank. He lost the ability to think, his body instinctively lifting his hips to thrust upwards. The glans, stuck at the entrance, gained momentum and pushed in. Roy bit her lip, stifling a moan, and casually slapped him twice.
"Who told you to move? Is this also the effect of the drug?"
Lawrence's cheeks burned with the slaps, a strong sense of humiliation mingling with unfamiliar pleasure, crashing back and forth inside him. He held his lower abdomen tightly, stubbornly retorting, "It's just the effect of the drug..."
