When Enson felt that the girl was ready, he moved himself to the entrance of her body. She grabbed his shoulders and trembled with her fingers, causing him to tremble too, then he straightened up and entered completely.
When he filled her body, it seemed that her heart was also filled.
From that moment on, his presence was all in her heart. She whispered his name, causing him to become even crazier and endlessly galloping in her body.
Ling Momo's whole body was covered with pink sweat. Her body temperature was rising steadily because of their love. Even as soon as he pulled out, she felt uncomfortable. Only his hard body was inside her body.
Only then did she feel better and satisfied.
Making | Love, this kind of thing can only be made with the most feeling when there is love.
If there is no love, all that is done is sex, pure venting, just like the mating of animals. Although it is refreshing and refreshing, it cannot reach the bottom of the heart at all.
Ling Momo and Enson have done this many times now. They have already become familiar with it. The initial discomfort and discomfort have faded away. What remains now is enjoyment. In the later stage, Ling Momo softens her voice and speaks to Enson.
Her body was wrapped around her body, her little head rubbed against the pillow, and hair occasionally brushed against his skin. Such temptation was natural, and her voice was low and soft, like a charm drug, which made him penetrate her.
The range of movement of her body became larger and larger.
His breath was very heavy, and it was hot when it sprayed on her skin, as if it could burn her delicate skin at any time.
Ling Momo collapsed from exhaustion at the end. She just opened her eyes and endured it, moaning and falling into a semi-conscious state.
In the darkness, she couldn't see his face clearly, but she knew that he was the one she loved.
Her body began to twitch, reaching its peak, and he speeded up. Such a scene made her lose her mind. Staring at him, she couldn't help but start to fantasize about his appearance.
Thinking, thinking, a peerless appearance appeared in Ling Momo's mind, with cold eyebrows, thin lipstick, and graceful contours. Such beauty was like a picture that did not exist in the human world.
Ling Momo thought about it for a long time before she realized that the owner of this face was actually Li Qingshen!
Ling Momo's eyes suddenly opened wide, and she instantly woke up from the lust that had originally intoxicated her.
The embarrassment that she had forgotten for a short time was once again confused in her heart.
After Enson finished, he hugged Ling Momo and kept kissing her. The feeling came again, and he pulled Ling Momo to continue for the second time. Ling Momo was preoccupied and absent-minded, allowing Enson to put her body in thousands of postures.
The postures were complicated, but she still couldn't get into it. Even in the end, she really lost any interest. When Enson's dry body below entered, both of them felt pain.
Enson could only stop, hugging her and kissing her, trying to arouse her interest, but in vain, he blew gently in her ear and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Ling Momo knew it was her fault, and felt a little guilty. She closed her eyes and murmured: "Tired..."
Her voice was as thin as a kitten's, which made Enson feel distressed and softened for a while. Thinking of the past month or so, he had dragged her to do it every day, sometimes once a night, sometimes three times a night. No wonder she was so tired.
