Even though Ye Yingning's heart was full of shame, the true reflection of her senses completely betrayed her heart.

She knows very well that Pet Tiange has never been a good lover, he is cold and domineering, and he is terrible about himself. Many things he believes are the truth, and he doesn't care what anyone thinks, and he doesn't listen to any advice that seems worthless to him.

His movements did not slow down in any way because of his standing posture, but instead used a pair of iron arms to hold her steadily, and his hands firmly grasped the night baby Ning in his arms.

The fragile petals were flickered up and down at his firm up and down, like a tight and hot velvet sleeve, constantly swallowing and wrapping the fiery roughness, and the heat and pleasure brought by the friction made both of them have a desire to live and die.

Because of standing, Pet Tiange couldn't fully enter her deepest part as usual, leaving a little room for it. His incomparably hard pubic bone slammed against her fragile stamens, and a powerful fiery fire pierced deep into her body, forcing her delicate petals to open to the fullest, fully encompassing him. And when he withdrew, her petals closed tightly, and the sweet sap of the sparkling flowers continued to seep out as he pulled away, wetting the joints of each other.

Standing on the carpet six or seven paces away from his bedroom, he was like a naughty child, suddenly discovering something new and tirelessly exploring it.

Two iron arms wrapped around Ye Ying Ning's slender waist, making her soft and slender body lean on his arm, and then her lower body pushed forward vigorously, forcing her to open again, straight into the stamen, and violently pumping out sweet juice, over and over again, wantonly loving and caressing her.

"Why don't you scream?"

Seeing her eyes closed and her lip clenched, Pet Tiange stepped forward even more, pounding heavily, he licked the side face and earlobe of Ye Ying Ning, whispering in her ear like a devil.

He deliberately slowed down at the critical moment, again and again, each stroke was strong enough, but he moved too slowly, like scratching the soles of his feet with an itch.

Finally, Ye Ying Ning was confused by his torture, trembling and crying in extreme pleasure.

She clung to him tightly, her fingers intertwined and tightened, her long legs wrapped around her waist, her toes curled up.

Where the two of them were closely connected, transparent flower juice continued to drip and rub against the hem of her skirt, creating a small wet mark.

Her whispering was evident to please Pet Tiange, who seemed to have gone mad already, possessive and unbridled in his actions. With one free hand, he kept increasing his strength to rub the snow that was constantly trembling up and down on Ye Ying Ning's chest, and even ripped off one of her legs that was firmly coiled around his waist, pulling it straight, pulling back and forth with the pumping of his body, watching the two soft and bright red petals in front of him being played with and made into different shapes.

His nose fluttered rapidly, and a low, beastly growl came from his throat.

No matter how handsome a man is, at this time, he will look a little hideous, and he will be occupied by lust and lust, and Pet Tiange is no exception.

Every time she was with him, Ye Ying Ning would close her eyes, because she was a little afraid of him, especially afraid of him who was asking for her, and she felt that he was probably going to eat herself alive before she would give up.

The bumps made her dizzy, and she closed her eyes, so that the breath of the man who was close at hand seemed more real.

Pet Tiange was stronger than she imagined, and time seemed to stand still, Ye Ying Ning couldn't bear it anymore, and begged him loudly: "Please...... Hurry up......"

Possessing it quickly also means ending it soon, she really can't stand so much "love" from him anymore.

Listening to Ye Ying Ning's begging, as if he was finally satisfied, he reached out and used his dexterous fingers to abuse her little petals, rubbing and squeezing them quickly and slowly, causing her to go back and forth on the edge of an explosion.

At the beginning, Ye Ying Ning could still maintain her self-esteem at the end of the day, but when she got to the bottom, she could only choose to cater to his profanity. Unable to restrain his convulsions, he greedily took the initiative to suck him, not allowing him to withdraw from himself easily, and every entry and exit was like a near-death gladiatorial battle between two people.

Only pandering, only pandering can ensure that you are not torn apart and not broken by play.

She gritted her teeth, and her body was like a beautiful snake, dancing, entwining, and enchanting.

The turbulent flow of bullets hit her, and Night Infant Ning's whole body suddenly fell into spasms, and Pet Tiange was still buried deep in her, already stretching her to the extreme. There was a whisper of pain in her ears, and he carefully touched it with his hand, and sure enough, under his strong suohuan, she was indeed torn a small wound, although the crystal flower juice kept moisturizing, but it still made her place red and swollen, and it had been ground up into a small bag.

He stopped, hugged her and walked quickly into the bedroom, the lights were not turned on, and the two of them fell on the big bed together.

Behind her was a soft bed, which made Ye Ying Ning feel a little relieved, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the man on her body had already gone crazy and started again!

Under the extremely rapid sprint, her honey made a slurping sound of water, which was particularly clear and ambiguous in the large empty and quiet bedroom.

The overlapping shadows of the two of them, projected on the deep rose-purple velvet curtains, rose and fell, like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Hardly any woman could withstand such intense love, her fingernails digging deep into the muscles of her arms, her breathing becoming chopped, and her voice dying.

"Ah...... I—I don't want it......"

Before she could finish speaking, she wept, her whole body tensed, her toes curled, and her unfinished words seemed to be called a pause by a rest, and she was silent again.

The whole person is like a light cloud, floating aimlessly in mid-air.

There was an unusually lazy feeling, and his hands had no strength, let go, and hung down at his side, not even willing to move his fingers again.

The soft legs had already been pulled up by Pet Tiange, one left and one right on his shoulders, so that he could go deeper. As if cooperating with Night Infant Ning, who was still floating in mid-air, he also sped up, and after a dozen crazy blows, he released it fiercely in the deepest part of her.

The warm current pours down, and there is not a drop left.

He lay on top of her, and after five or six strokes, he finally stopped.

Pet Tiange gasped violently, still embedded in Ye Ying Ning's body, and didn't seem to have the intention of withdrawing.

She lay on the bed with her eyes closed, frowning, motionless. He slipped out little by little, and immediately an unknown liquid slid down the base of her thighs, and even the sheets under him were wet.

When I was emotional, it seemed that even the pain became dull and numb.

When the floating feeling subsided, Ye Ying Ning felt that everything in her body hurt: her legs couldn't be closed, her thighs were very sore, her arms were sore, and ** was even more red and swollen.

Pet Tiange flipped off of her and lay on the other side of the bed, gasping for air, accompanied by a smug smile or two.

She frowned, endured the pain, and reached out to unscrew the bedside lamp.

The whole body was in a mess, and the semi-sheer lace skirt was even more miserable, crumpled and stained with all kinds of suspicious liquid mixtures.