Suddenly, he lifted up the silk quilt covering her body and lifted it up, revealing her flat and slender waist. His slender and rough fingertips touched her smooth and delicate belly, lingering around her small belly button and swirling it inadvertently.
If he touches the concave area, the sensitive person will immediately tremble slightly and his breathing will be disordered.
Continue, of course he will continue.
Not only did he want her to stop refusing his demands on the bed, but he also decided not to let her excessive self-esteem, her uncertainty, and her fear get deeper and deeper. He would make her understand completely,
He is hers, and she can only belong to him.
Finally, she couldn't bear the pain and begged him: "Yan Bing, I... um... hurry up...".
Her soft cry earned him a dark and sinister smile.
"Baby, I'm coming."
Before he finished speaking, he instantly rushed into the moist and tight place. Then, there was a rhythm like a strong wind and rain.
The whole room was filled with low moans, moans, moans, and gasps. The sound would definitely make someone blush, their heartbeat speed up, and their blood flow reverses.
That night, the deep spring color was left on the big bed, on the carpet, even on the dressing table and the sofa.
Finally, the clouds cleared and the rain cleared, and the dull orange light shone on the young girl's skin, which made her skin even more fair and creamy. Bai Yanbing lazily supported his face with one hand, and when he took a closer look, he could only see the round shoulders.
There are still a few star marks on it, which extend to the bottom of the quilt.
Jiang Zimo slept deeply, with a soft and calm face, but her little hands still held his shoulders tightly and did not let go for a long time.
Bai Yanbing brushed away the broken hair from her forehead, leaned forward and kissed her, his deep eyes full of tender affection. So, with a sudden look, he saw the dawn.
As soon as a bright color appeared on the sky, Jiang Zimo woke up because his physical condition was in urgent need of treatment. However, as soon as his body moved, strong pain immediately replaced the physical urgency, especially his legs, which were as weak and weak as if he had been running for several days.
My mind suddenly recalled some vague fragments. He tossed her over and over last night, and it was almost too much fun.
Seeing her shaking her head repeatedly and wanting to pull her hair out of temper, he quickly picked up her shaky body and asked in a low voice: "Why are you awake?"
She glared at him fiercely, her beautiful eyebrows wrinkled in displeasure, "How many times did you do it last night?" It was definitely more than once, and she couldn't remember exactly how many times. She only knew that his hardness was always there.
Hit her, hit her endlessly.
"Three times." He was stunned and answered truthfully. In fact, the last time, before he finished, she was so tired that she couldn't hold on and fell asleep. Seeing that she was extremely tired, he finished with a few hasty movements, and then carried her to the bathroom.
After a brief cleaning, I checked her red and swollen wounds and made sure they were okay before going to sleep.
But Jiang Zimo didn't appreciate it at all. She frowned and said, "What three times? There were obviously two times in the bathroom!"
Wow, what kind of physical strength does he have? Is he a Super Saiyan? Why didn't he know he would get tired?
Her correction earned him a proud smile: "Baby, it turns out you remember the number of times so clearly. Come on, tell me, how many times has it been since our first time?"
Jiang Zimo rolled her eyes at him feebly, cursed in a low voice to "go to hell", and tried to struggle out of bed.
But her movement was still not fast enough, but he hugged her as he pleased, and quickly spread her two slender legs exposed outside the bathrobe.