He stopped moving almost immediately, and painfully but cautiously asked, "Will it still hurt?"
A drop of sweat on her forehead rolled down onto her face, splashing out in all directions, carrying his own burning body temperature.
She could feel his forbearance, and the strength buried deep in her depths seemed to be breathing, with throbbing pulses, like a ferocious beast that was ready to go, and might break free at any time, rampage, and do whatever he wanted.
He stopped, but she seemed to feel even more uncomfortable than before. When she opened her mouth, her voice was so hoarse that she didn't even sound like her own, "You, get out..."
Realizing that there was no pain in her voice, he smiled evilly and said, "Okay."
He actually retreated outward obediently.
However, after halfway out, he pushed forward with an even more fierce attack, directly entering the deepest depths!
The sound of "****" once again escaped the lips and teeth, so strange and charming, it seemed to be the clarion call to charge on the battlefield, making the men who were attacking the city all the way even more motivated and invincible.
Outside, a cold wind blew at some point, and the sky and earth were filled with goose-feather-like snow.
Inside, it's warm and pleasant.
There was only the man's vigorous low roar and the woman's whimpering voice, which did not stop for a long time.
A night of madness | madness.
The next day, Cheng Liuli didn't wake up until noon.
Thick blackout curtains cover the entire floor-to-ceiling windows and block all light outside the windows.
The bedroom was bleak.
She moved slightly, and the pain and discomfort all over her body immediately made her moan.
Someone behind her hugged her tightly, and the posture between them was like two spoons stacked on top of each other, leaving no space.
That man has a pair of thick and broad chest, like an iron block wrapped in velvet, slightly undulating, sexy and charming, which can give all women in the world the greatest sense of security.
Slowly, she finally remembered who was hugging her.
Pretty face turned red.
Thinking of all the events last night, Cheng Liuli's face became so hot that it could boil a shrimp.
Last night, Yesi Luo seemed to be a bloodthirsty beast, on the bed, on the ground, in the bathroom, and on the window sill.
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In various postures, he demanded her endlessly.
She will probably always remember how she panted, moaned, and responded wildly and uncontrollably under a man's body.
She never knew that her body would have such a strong reaction. Looking down, her whole body was covered with large and small red marks, all of which were the kiss marks left by Yesilo on her body.
And while the faint discomfort faded away, there was still his residual warmth.
She couldn't tell how many times she had reached her peak, nor how many times she had fainted. She only remembered that the man was frighteningly energetic, constantly attacking and demanding, and that he was pressing against the deepest part and grinding domineeringly.
The power was too much for her to bear.
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She felt that she was about to die. She was exhausted and hanging powerlessly in the man's arms, like a rag doll without any ability to resist.
It wasn't until the dawn of dawn that she couldn't bear it anymore and started sobbing miserably. Then Ye Suluo reluctantly let her go, but still held her tightly in his arms domineeringly, forcing her to use this extremely intimate gesture.
She fell asleep in his arms.
Well, she really couldn't care about anything anymore.
Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, he immediately fell asleep.
He stopped moving almost immediately, and painfully but cautiously asked, "Will it still hurt?"
A drop of sweat on her forehead rolled down onto her face, splashing out in all directions, carrying his own burning body temperature.
She could feel his forbearance, and the strength buried deep in her depths seemed to be breathing, with throbbing pulses, like a ferocious beast that was ready to go, and might break free at any time, rampage, and do whatever he wanted.
He stopped, but she seemed to feel even more uncomfortable than before. When she opened her mouth, her voice was so hoarse that she didn't even sound like her own, "You, get out..."
Realizing that there was no pain in her voice, he smiled evilly and said, "Okay."
He actually retreated outward obediently.
However, after halfway out, he pushed forward with an even more fierce attack, directly entering the deepest depths!
The sound of "****" once again escaped the lips and teeth, so strange and charming, it seemed to be the clarion call to charge on the battlefield, making the men who were attacking the city all the way even more motivated and invincible.
Outside, a cold wind blew at some point, and the sky and earth were filled with goose-feather-like snow.
Inside, it's warm and pleasant.
There was only the man's vigorous low roar and the woman's whimpering voice, which did not stop for a long time.
A night of madness | madness.
The next day, Cheng Liuli didn't wake up until noon.
Thick blackout curtains cover the entire floor-to-ceiling windows and block all light outside the windows.
The bedroom was bleak.
She moved slightly, and the pain and discomfort all over her body immediately made her moan.
Someone behind her hugged her tightly, and the posture between them was like two spoons stacked on top of each other, leaving no space.
That man has a pair of thick and broad chest, like an iron block wrapped in velvet, slightly undulating, sexy and charming, which can give all women in the world the greatest sense of security.
Slowly, she finally remembered who was hugging her.
Pretty face turned red.
Thinking of all the events last night, Cheng Liuli's face became so hot that it could boil a shrimp.
Last night, Yesi Luo seemed to be a bloodthirsty beast, on the bed, on the ground, in the bathroom, and on the window sill.
．
．
．
．
．
In various postures, he demanded her endlessly.
She will probably always remember how she panted, moaned, and responded wildly and uncontrollably under a man's body.
She never knew that her body would have such a strong reaction. Looking down, her whole body was covered with large and small red marks, all of which were the kiss marks left by Yesilo on her body.
And while the faint discomfort faded away, there was still his residual warmth.
She couldn't tell how many times she had reached her peak, nor how many times she had fainted. She only remembered that the man was frighteningly energetic, constantly attacking and demanding, and that he was pressing against the deepest part and grinding domineeringly.
The power was too much for her to bear.
．
．
．
．
．
She felt that she was about to die. She was exhausted and hanging powerlessly in the man's arms, like a rag doll without any ability to resist.
It wasn't until the dawn of dawn that she couldn't bear it anymore and started sobbing miserably. Then Ye Suluo reluctantly let her go, but still held her tightly in his arms domineeringly, forcing her to use this extremely intimate gesture.
She fell asleep in his arms.
Well, she really couldn't care about anything anymore.
Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, he immediately fell asleep.