Jiang Baibing trembled at the thought of offering herself up, of letting Chen Yang's fierce and robust manhood enter her body. She was filled with dread.
Although she often found solace for her own Honey Spring, indulging in that fleeting delight, she had only ever used the thickness of her own fingers. Even then, she could feel its tight embrace. Her delicate entrance was so small she'd never even used a toy, nor had she ever thought to try. Under such circumstances, she didn't dare to imagine what it would feel like to be impaled by that fierce thing. Will I be broken? Ruined completely?
