The longer he gets with Zhou Yang, the more complicated Ye Yingning’s feelings for him will be.

Because most people are like this. Even if you hate someone at first, once you know that he likes you, it is difficult to be as disgusting as before.

Especially when the other party is a man who is very gentle and careful to you when he is normal.

Especially when the other party is innocently implicated because of your existence and suffers from an unspeakable hidden disease.

Touched? Guilt? Helpless? Compromise?

Maybe all of them are.

"It looks so small, but it was amazing that I could swallow all of me that time."

Zhou Yang was amazed, and while laughing softly, he looked at Ye Yingning's eyes that had already been stained with love, and insisted on caring about the sensitive little flower in the center of the flower. She was tortured to her eyes, her waist and hips twisted randomly. At first, she escaped shyly, and after a minute or two, she moved her heart to cater to her casually.

The middle finger slowly invaded through the gap, and the small entrance was stretched open by the fingertips. He gently rubbed it slowly and began to rub it gently from the middle to the surroundings.

She arched her waist like a cat, her brows frowned tightly.

With his thumb pressing the bulging petals, Zhou Yang slowly seduced him, sighed and closed his eyes.

He could feel that her petals were like a small mouth, tightly wrapped around his slender fingers, pushing and refusing as he entered, but tightly absorbing when he evacuated.

Zhou Yang tried his best to recall the feeling of truly entering Ye Yingning's body in his mind, and the bones were eroded.

His movements made the comfort in her body quickly accumulate, entrenched in her lower abdomen, constantly radiating toward her body, but inexplicably there was another emptiness, making her both happy and uncomfortable. When her whole body began to tremble, Zhou Yang's thumb suddenly pressed against her small flower core and rotated rapidly, while his middle finger was quickly poking.

The invaded flower twitched involuntarily, and the sharp and fast feeling suddenly collapsed completely. She couldn't help but straighten her waist and pressed against his wrist so that his fingers could be buried deep inside her body.

Zhou Yang lowered his eyes and carefully admired her beauty at orgasm. Her rosy and sweaty little face was so seductive and charming. At this moment, she was stained with a lustful aura and looked extremely charming.

"I'm so hot..."

Ye Yingning gasped, curled up on the bed and shivered slightly, her legs spread softly, and even her small toes turned into a charming light pink.

The silk nightgown on her body was stuck to her sweaty skin. She didn't want to move at all, and closed her eyes lazily and let out a breath.

But Zhou Yang didn't plan to let her go, so he simply took off his clothes, threw them aside, and then approached Ye Yingning again.

His body proportions are almost perfect. He has been tempered in the army for many years. Although he has white skin, he is not weak. On the contrary, every muscle is strong and powerful, with a wide chest and a strong belly.

Holding up her little hand, Zhou Yang held her and brushed her across her chest, rubbing her with great affection and desire, making her feel a rapid and powerful heartbeat.

At the same time, his hands were touching her breasts, and the snow-white patch was just grasped and his skin was dyed pink.

The small breasts were maliciously rubbed and pinched them, and the two fingers deliberately pinched the small pink cherry fruit. Ye Yingning's milk was very light in color, and it almost showed the same color as the surrounding skin, but it looked even more attractive.

"So soft, so thin, but with such a big breast."

Zhou Yang actually let out a sincere praise. His fingers loosen and tightened, and the tender breasts and flesh slid between his fingers. The delicate feeling was extraordinary.

A handsome face, a faint curved curve on the corner of his mouth.

The curtains were closed, and the room became a little dim. In the dark light, the man showed a kind of swaying vitality.

The intoxicated eyes were mixed with a hint of charm in the masculinity, with the maturity of a man and the seductive boys, like a strong medicine, and a woman would feel full of spring and love when she saw it.

Because of his provocation, Ye Yingning's body was swept away again. The two small ones were so strong that they stood up, as if they were hooking and attracting the man, and quickly put them in their mouths.

Zhou Yang's thin lips approached one of the red cherries, gently held it in his mouth, teased it, and bit his teeth lightly until the woman in his arms made a fine moan. His eyes suddenly darkened, and there had already been a whirlpool of love and desire.

Hearing his voice, Ye Yingning slowly lifted her eyelids, and then, a dense kiss fell on her face.

"Um!"

She snorted, and the emptiness in her body made her constantly twist, and she took the initiative to climb up to his neck, find his lips, and leaned forward, lingering with the tip of his tongue.

Hearing his dull humming, her hands naturally came between his legs and touched the soft thing.

Zhou Yang tightened his arms, hugged her on his body, stretched out his legs, sat her on his waist, kissed her hard, sucking her lips red and swollen, faintly, a heat surged towards his life.

His face turned right and he actually had the urge to be away for a long time.

Ye Yingning became more and more courageous as he flipped. His two little hands grabbed the soft and very long thing, rubbed it back and forth like kneading dough, his cheeks turned red, his eyes narrowed, and his throat was sobbing.

He was a little sad. Could it be that he loved her all his life but could not ask her? Then it would be unfair to her...

Could it be that when Ye Yingning becomes a mature woman after she is thirty, her sexual desire is completely aroused and she cannot satisfy her, she needs another man to take over?!

Thinking of this, Zhou Yang became a little angry. In addition, the small hand between his legs kept wandering, which made him feel itchy, a little painful, and a little...

He stretched out his hand tentatively and touched Ye Yingning's wet flowers. The slightly blooming petals seduced him into the depths. His fingers bent and walked in with the wetness, feeling a lot of liquid.

He noticed her affection, and his other hot big hand wandered around her, his scorching eyes as predatory as his hands.

His limbs suddenly tense. It turned out that he had already felt that his skull had begun to wake up, and he quickly pressed his things against her legs and rubbed them lightly to increase the sense of speed.

Ye Yingning was almost unable to breathe. She closed her eyes unconsciously, gasped, and bent her waist, allowing his kiss to linger on his neck and collarbone.

The wetness and stickiness from his fingers made him even more excited. His breathing was heavy and his kiss became more passionate. His big palm wrapped around her privacy, teasing the wet petals, his middle and index fingers grinding and squeezing at the narrow hole at the same time, and his thumb continued to flick her red and swollen stalks.

The sharp and quick feeling rushed to the forehead, so familiar. Ye Yingning made a "ah" sound and bit Zhou Yang's shoulder last time. The soft and soft voice came from his shoulders, and his hands were clenched into a fist.

The petals tightened for a long time, wrapping the man's two fingers tightly, and they couldn't move. After a few regular shrinkages, a stream of honey was sprayed out from the depths and poured all on Zhou Yang's palm.

"Here again?"

He smiled and once again admired the charm of the woman after orgasm, pulled out his fingers and spread his palms. Suddenly, the air was filled with warm and sweet smell.
Chapter completed!