Her mind was completely unable to think, and she began to be afraid.
Afraid that Huangfulian would desperately take possession of her like last night...
"Yan'er, relax, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Feeling her stiffness, Huangfulian stopped what she was doing, leaned against her ear, and whispered hoarsely.
Huangfulian's voice was full of temptation.
Strangely, Mi Luo gradually relaxed and was no longer as nervous and scared as before.[
"Will it still hurt?" Huangfulian pressed her forehead against hers and asked in a low voice.
He wanted to bury himself in her flower path immediately and ride freely, but considering that she was scared by him last night, he restrained himself painfully and waited for her to prepare for him.
He wanted to give his most beloved Yan'er the most perfect physical experience.
"It's...no...it won't hurt anymore..." The sweat on his forehead slowly slid over her red cheeks along the foreheads of the two of them, and sank into the pillow.
Mi Luo looked at him at a loss, twisting unconsciously, the delicate plumpness rubbing against his muscular chest.
Xia Houfeng's bright eyes stared at her closely, and while caressing her, he parted her soft and moist petals, and rubbed her continuously with his huge hot fingers.
"That...that...is..." Mi Luo gasped in panic, and his whole body became stiff again.
She remembered that last night, Huangfulian used his one, which tortured her to death. She fainted several times and was completely unconscious...