Most of the time, humans are very sensitivly to smell.

If you have ever loved someone, you will remember his exclusive taste. We will even gradually forget his appearance, but no matter how long it takes, we will still remember his breath.

The liquid was filled with perfume bottles that broke on the ground, flowing slowly, and an aggressive scent was emitted in a corner of the room. The smell was strong and sweet, as if it was making a malicious joke.

"It is a pheromone perfume for men, called pheromone in English. It is said that it can 'just be heart-warming and emit 10 times the tempting body fragrance'. When you went to take a shower, I peeked at the instruction manual."

Zhou Yang sucked Ye Yingning's lips and chuckled softly. It was obvious that he had prepared for a long time and had never wasted Su Qingchi's intentions.

She blinked in confusion, dodging his kiss, gasping for breath: "pheromone? What is that?"

Ye Yingning probably heard of this kind of bisexual perfume with special functions. It is said that the effects of this product are very singular, as if no matter men or women, they can turn into a heartthrob by spraying it a little.

"Just ads, I still like the refreshing smell of you just took a shower the most..."

Zhou Yang smiled more and more proudly, pecking at the tip of her nose, and the four lips glued together again. He sucked the tip of her tongue, biting heavily, pushing her whole body to the head of the bed, and spreading her slightly spread legs with force.

She let out a slight whimper, her breathing was light and fast, and the sound lingered in his ears, with a strong hormonal smell, which was more attractive than the charming scent of perfume.

He leaned closer to her, spread her legs apart, pushed forward, and rubbed his erection with his thick and thick hair against the small area covered by her fine and soft hair. The black lace bottom pants had been pulled to the legs and stuck on both legs, looking half unable to fall off.

Continue to lick the inner wall of her mouth, and her teeth swept across her soft tongue. Zhou Yang begged vaguely: "Is that OK? I can't help it..."

Ye Yingning breathed hard, and the fullness on her chest was a little painful when he grabbed it. There was also an exciting excitement in the pain. She could feel that the depths of her petals were constantly squirming, as if she was secreting a large amount of transparent and sticky flower juice, which seemed to be about to pour out!

His fingers were still very easy to enter, and he noticed that it was wet and hot inside, tender and tight. His fingers kept going in and out, and were covered with crystal clear flower liquid. Zhou Yang moved a few more times, slowly rotated, and slowly pushed into his index finger again. Seeing her frown and biting her lip, she added her ring finger.

At this time, if you say no to it pretentiously, you will feel guilty.

But if something really happens and Zhou Yang finds that he has already been bed with another man, will it be another bloody storm?!

Zhou Yang, who was unknown, had no idea what was worried about Ye Yingning at this moment. He accelerated the three fingers buried in her body. At the same time, the other hand grabbed one side of her fullness, and the tip of his tongue began to lick and bite her collarbone, stimulating her needs in many ways.

She glimpsed the fierce object he kept poking her with his eyes, and immediately became silent. This size was really "if you don't make a sound, you'll make a splash."

Seeing that she was peeping at her, Zhou Yang simply adjusted his posture and leaned on her cheek so that she could see more clearly.

He leaned over and kissed her gently, pinching himself with one hand, grabbed her hand with the other, pressed it on her petals, and said in a coquettish tone: "I don't know where, please help me in."

The wet petals were filled with dewdrops, rolling around, staining between the two of them. Ye Yingning trembled all over and wanted to pull out his hand, but accidentally pulled open the plump, fresh and soft petals.

Her legs had long been pushed by Zhou Yang with her knees and separated from each other. In this way, the mysterious garden covered was suddenly visible, flashing with the light of water, as if waiting for intense caress.

Ye Yingning knew that she could not escape, so she had to turn her head and wait for the next storm.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yang refused to act immediately. He still held her waist tightly with one hand and lifted her little butt a little. He held his veins with the other hand and grinded them up and down along the slightly opened flower slit, especially taking special care of the small flower grain at the top.

"Look, you don't want to help me. It can't find a place. It's so anxious that it will only push you around. You feel uncomfortable, and I feel even more uncomfortable."

Zhou Yang looked aggrieved, and everything he said seemed to be Ye Yingning's fault.

He hugged her tightly, deliberately slowly and repeatedly over the delicate area, and continued to tease her, "Can I shout a few more 'Sesame Open' before you can let me in?"

Ye Yingning, who was forced by **, choked up, looked at him with misty eyes, opened his lips, and whimpered: "Zhou Yang, stop torture me...please..."

This time, she would beg him.

Her pitiful look made him feel pity. He couldn't help but bend down and buried himself between her legs. His legs half kneeled on the bed, held her waist and aimed at it. Zhou Yang sank his waist hard!

"Um!"

He seemed to be afraid that she would hurt her, so he hugged Ye Yingning, let her lean on his shoulder, and whispered: "Hold on it."

While talking, Zhou Yang had already come to her depths.

To be honest, he never believed that the explicit description written in the book belonged to the real category, and he also knew that the hymen was not really a layer of film. Therefore, when he did not feel the feeling of breaking through a layer of obstacles, Zhou Yang did not think much, but just experienced this unprecedented wonderful feeling in surprise.

This kind of comfort is completely different from what I imagined. The heavy or light sucking from all directions is simply wonderful. It seems that countless pairs of gentle little hands clasped him tightly at the same time, delicate and tender, and hot and moist, making him moan softly with her.

He could feel that her whole body was extremely nervous, and she kept tugging and contracting, like a ring, making him feel very painful.

"It hurts?"

Zhou Yang raised his head, looked at Ye Yingning's wrinkled facial features, and asked softly.

She really hurts very much, not pretending, because his hugeness is unbearable, and because his movements are very immature, he just rushes around and has no skills. When he breaks in, he even hits her pubic bone.

"You, move first, don't get stuck in it."

He inhaled frequently, and there was a faint sweat oozing out of Ye Yingning's hairline, which made him feel a little difficult to breathe.

The swelling and pain were unbearable. She hoped that he could relieve her pain, so she spoke out to guide him.

Zhou Yang nodded and took the initiative to kiss her. He moved his body a little awkwardly and retreated a little, but was afraid that she would repent, so he quickly handed it in again. After four or five strokes, a rich flower liquid gradually flowed out, making the two people's close connection more lubricated. After a few more rounds and turns, Zhou Yang's movements became smoother. He was like a child who had just learned the new skills, happily trying repeatedly.

I don’t know if his body has returned to normal or if the drug really can make the man’s genus gun fail. In short, Ye Yingning could feel that his delicate honey path was being stabbed deeper. The heat that kept entering and leaving her body would be lifted heavily after every time he reached the end, pricking her lower abdomen sore and her legs trembled.

At this moment, the only thing she was worried about was what to do when he realized that it was not the first time he had found out.
Chapter completed!