After all kinds of suffering, the man reached her entrance. At some point, he put his left hand on her waist, and pressed it lightly, making her whole body tremble; there was such a terrible spot on her body.
A place that even she herself never knew.
The man gently kneaded her waist, making her whole body unable to move away as he stirred; while holding on to his weapon, he inserted it slowly.
"Ah... it hurts..." There was an instant conflict between the huge body and the tight passage. No matter how much Qin Xiaoman wanted him to have fun, he instinctively screamed.
However, Yan Zisong only got half of the head in, and he was so stuck that he took a breath of air-conditioning. He was full of irritation, but he had no choice but to treat it with the same caution as the first night.
"Baby..." He slowly took a step forward and took a half step back, "You pinch me to death..."
The man suppressed the chaos in his heart and always controlled his strength, "Relax...baby...please..."
She was always so tight, and she was contracting every now and then. He was worried that he would be squeezed out by her before he even got in.
Finally, halfway through this life-crushing process of advancing, retreating and advancing, Qin Xiaoman let out a "squeak", and Yan Zisong took a long breath, gradually regaining his vitality.
The weapon carrying huge power gradually became unrestrained in the tightly wrapped space; from slow to fast, in different shades, the woman's thin hum turned into an uncontrollable high-pitched chant.
The illusion of life and death in the dream that night once again overwhelmed the woman's entire mind; all the senses were only focused on the vast and boundless chaos caused by that thick and long rod.
Like an electric current, like a surge, it spread from the friction point to all the limbs; the woman who was already confused in this thrust made a high and low moan in her mouth, listening to the man who was enjoying the battle freely.
In my ears, I have heard every beautiful sound and encouragement in the world.
"Baby... say... love me..." The man thrust hard, hitting her slightly rough bulge. In the sea of joy, it was as if thunder struck the limp woman's head, but Qin Xiaoman was nowhere to be found.
You can still hear these.
"Ah..." With a loud voice, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he even turned a blind eye to the handsome face in front of him.
Yan Zisong maliciously held in his breath and slowly pulled it out. The moment the woman gasped, before she could take a breath, the man crazily pushed into her again.
"Say...want me..." The man said in a low and hoarse voice, his tone of voice had already changed. He was breathing heavily, and it was so satisfying to be sucked by her fatally huge organ.
"Ah...no...want..." The moment his senses were completely swallowed up, Qin Xiaoman shouted randomly; this time the thrust landed more accurately, trembling as if the entire seat was shaking with his frequency.
; The whole world collapsed in this wave and was unable to extricate itself.
The corridor contracted uncontrollably, causing the man to tense up his back and grit his teeth; but the woman was hung on the edge of life and death, unable to tell whether she was happy or sad, and almost choked with sobs.
Make a sound.
"Well..." It seems like begging, like encouragement, like infatuation, like obsession...
"Call me..." Yan Zisong rubbed slowly, slowing down when she almost collapsed and was about to climax. He wanted her to come with him, he wanted to give her more, he wanted to give her all of himself...