If it weren't for his tight grip on her slender waist, Qiucao almost suspected that she would be pushed out by his fierce impact. Wave after wave of lust made her completely lose the ability to think.
The Nth wave of orgasm came hard and fast. The two naked bodies tightened at the same time. Qiucao felt his male orgasm pouring into his body.
Her skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and she lay panting between the quilts. Looking at the man leaning on her with no signs of fatigue at all, she wondered if he had taken aphrodisiacs, otherwise why would she finally be able to breathe every time?
For a moment, thinking that a truce was finally possible, he immediately got stuck again.
No! If this continues, she will have no chance to resolve the doubts in her heart.
Qiucao pushed away his evil palm and moved her soft body to sit up, "Son... um..." [
Still coming?
Qiucao looked at the handsome face that suddenly enlarged in front of her eyes, feeling really angry and aggrieved. How many more times would this person have to torment her?
While kissing her, Mu Zhaoxu chuckled, gently turned her over, raised her white and smooth buttocks, held her under her body, and slammed into her body hard, pounding her fiercely again and again.
He leaned against her ear and whispered: "Be good, it will be fine if you do it again..."
Qiucao turned around and glared at him, sobbing and protesting: "Again, you kept saying again just now!"
Mu Zhaoxuan smiled evilly and leaned down, humming in her ear: "Who told us that we haven't been... good for so long? This is the last time..."
"You said this just now!"
"I promise, this time will be the last time." Mu Zhaoxu leaned on her white smooth back, coaxing her hoarsely, while the thrust beneath him became more and more fierce.
Qiucao puffed her cheeks slightly and lay on the bed dripping with sweat, "You... hurry up!"
"Be good, you'll be fine soon..." The man smiled lowly, and after a few heavy blows, he finally fired his gun and stopped.
Qiucao, who had been completely destroyed by the violent wind and rain, lay limp between the quilts. Her naked body was a layer of smooth pink, her eyes were slightly closed, and she was too tired to say any more words.
Mu Zhaoxu, who felt so comfortable, finally let her go, stepped out, gently turned her over, pushed her into his arms, and lay down.
With his head feeling dizzy, Qiucao completely forgot the question he wanted to ask just now, yawned slightly, closed his eyes tiredly, and fell into sleep.
Night had already fallen, and the room was filled with the smell of lust. Mu Zhaochu glanced at the sleeping woman, tore off the human skin mask on her face, lowered her head and gently kissed her on the forehead, "My dear Queen,