Chapter 191. Moaning

While holding back the intense turmoil within him, Philip tried to obey his wife's wishes.

"Yes, like that!"

"I haven't even moved, Babe," he sighed, full of patience.

"Not yet? But I can feel it moving. Wait!"

Philip froze again. "What?"

Barbara closed her eyes and furrowed her brows. "I'm starting to feel sore."

"You want to stop?"

"No. Try pushing a little. A little bit more. Stop! Push again."

"It's already stuck, Baby."

Barbara raised her head slightly. Her eyes widened. "Already? Is that the maximum limit?"

"Where do you think it'll end up?" Philip asked, half groaning. He began to have difficulty holding back his instinctive urges.

"Up to my stomach? I can already imagine my intestines being pushed." After a few quick blinks, Barbara smiled in relief. "Good, Phil. You did well."

"Then, can I continue?"

Barbara nodded. "Yeah, I now understand—"

She failed to f