Under the desk, a gorgeous European and American woman with black frame glasses raised her head slightly, stroked her forehead’s messy blonde hair behind her ear, and said, “how can you swallow it?” Even so, I will try my best to open the cherry mouth to the largest, to swallow my big brother. Irene can’t do anything if she only swallows half a root. Her glans squeezes in her mouth, tongue and saliva. I look at Irene’s eyes turning white, and the tiny sweat on her forehead has dampened her hair. I know this is her limit.