As a real man with rich combat experience, Zhang Jin's sensitive grasp of women is definitely far better than all the lovers Song Yiting has ever had. The technique is skillful and delicate, enough to shame all the laars in the world.

After all, when it comes to the study of women's bodies, men with strong desires like Zhang Jin, or lustful men, are always the most talented!

So even if Song Yiting started from the first time she was seduced by her roommate girlfriend a few years ago, to her current lover Xi Yuan, she has had several lovers and several partners who are very compatible with her.

However, their techniques, their rhythm mastery and strength control, compared with today's Zhang Jin, are too far away. It can even be said that the professional jishu level is not in the same plane at all.

Zhang Jin's hands that belonged to men and had a pure manly aura seemed to have incredible magic, and a raging flame ignited everywhere he passed.

Zhang Jin is far rougher than a woman, with a tongue that tastes like real male hormones, and it is even more wild and full of conquest to entangle Song Yiting with a fragrant tongue that I don't know whether to dodge or attack. With both hands, Song Yiting was burned from the internal organs to the texture and hair.

The feeling of excitement that I had never felt before, the feeling of being conquered that I had never felt, the flame that seemed to burn her body, quickly stunned Song Yiting and burned all her senses.

Under Zhang Jin, Song Yiting, who has always been an active attacker in bed, has finally turned back into a real woman. Under Zhang Jin's all-encompassing attack, she could only squint unconsciously, humming and chirping in her throat to sing without objection!

When Song Yiting's national style turned thousands of times, singing from the low voice to the high voice, zuihou broke through the treble that surpassed Hgk, and then paused abruptly and stopped abruptly. Then, a second ago, Song Yiting was like a tense bowstring, like a bridge arching her body, suddenly as if a tendon had been broken, completely softened, and turned into a fragrant and delicate white mud. The sweat of the pulp firmly attached a pair of tulle pajamas to the body, making the already hazy pajamas more delicate.

Seeing Song Yiting's unusually heroic face nestled in the crook of her arm, a pair of phoenix eyes were tightly closed, and her small mouth was slightly open to match her nose. Although Zhang Jin felt that his throat was dry, and a certain part of his body was like a fire, Zuihou's reason still made him pull back his left hand, which had become wet, from between Song Yiting's legs, and said in a dry voice:

"I think, forget it! You know, it always makes me feel like I'm taking advantage of others......"

Zhang Jin's words made Song Yiting, who was weak all over, barely open her equally weak eyelids a little, and gave Zhang Jin, who was full of shame, a big white eye in the gap between the upper and lower eyelids.

Then, Song Yiting, who was once again exhausted by this small action, closed her eyes again. Continue to pill Zhang Jin's arm, gasping for breath and resting.

Zhang Jin, who didn't understand the meaning of Song Yiting's white eyes, was a bit of a second monk. I don't know whether to advance or retreat, I continued to maintain this ambiguous posture, and continued to use my right arm as Song Yiting's pillow, but my left hand was put aside, embarrassed to put it on this woman's body again.

As I said before, although Zhang Jin sometimes can't control his lower body, compared with many people who are bright on the outside and dirty on the inside, he is still a person with a bottom line. He can spend a lot of money to go to the original bar to find a one-night relationship, but he will not buy a spring, will not accept a deliberate dewy marriage for the sake of profit, and will not take advantage of people's danger to coerce and forcibly occupy women with favors. …,

Therefore, even if Zhang Jin is horny, when he is on the line, he still reins in the precipice. Even Song Yiting, who has turned from rigid to soft, shows incomparable temptation, even if the delicacy is already at her fingertips. But Zhang Jin also endured it at this juncture.

Watching Song Yiting go from being short of breath to gradually stabilizing her breathing, she seemed to have fallen asleep. Lying on Song Yiting's side, Zhang Jin, who provided his arm to make a pillow for him, although there was some regret, although the lower abdomen was hot. But at the same time, a great feeling arose in this narcissistic guy.

"He is simply a model of a gentleman, a great man! It's all burned like this, and you can still abide by the bottom line. I'm not great, who is great? ”

Although Zhang Jin has already imagined himself to be great enough to be compared with the great sages of the world because of his precipice, Song Yiting doesn't seem to want Zhang Jin to praise himself and inflate himself.

When Zhang Jin used the four big characters of a righteous man and a gentleman to suppress his desires. Just when Zhang Jin used a great righteous gentleman to flaunt his previous precipice......

Song Yiting, who Zhang Jin thought was asleep, seemed to be tired of rest and opened her eyes again.

This time, the pure femininity of the previous water was mixed with some of the sassy heroism she usually had. This time, the woman who only knew how to pant and moan under Zhang Jin's attack and couldn't speak was finally able to speak. And the words that came out were very resolute and firm, and very sonorous:

"What kind of gentleman is pretending? It's all up to this, can you return if you want to? Besides, do you really think Miss Ben will be grateful to you? Still want to take advantage of others? Stop dreaming!

Let me tell you, Miss Ben just can't sleep and wants to relieve your boredom. By the way, when you are sober, try it and try to see if your physical strength is really as good as six No. 7 batteries!

If you want to say that last time was also my first time, but it's a pity that I got drunk, what a pity? ”

Song Yiting was dumbfounded when she said this, especially when Song Yiting said something about the No. 7 battery, she was even more confused. So, as soon as Song Yiting's very arrogant speech came to an end, Zhang Jin couldn't help but ask:

"What do you mean? What is a six-cell seven-gauge battery? ”

Song Yiting did not satisfy Zhang Jin's curiosity to answer Zhang Jin's question, but turned over and got on the horse, and gently flicked the piece of cloth that was only two fingers wide under Zhang Jin's gaze, and the sword was shoeed.

After a soft, heartfelt snort, Song Yiting, who was riding on Zhang Jin, said dreamily:

"Don't say it's really different from rubber and plastic!"

After speaking, Song Yiting was like a female knight galloping across the country, up and down.

Come on, it's all here, and since Song Yiting has already said so, Zhang Jin doesn't bother with taking advantage of people's danger, and he doesn't care about the problem of No. 6 No. 7 batteries. As if he was equipped with a motor, he jumped up and down and interacted with the female knight who straddled him.

With the interaction between men and women, Song Yiting once again found that the texture of real guys is not only far from those rubber plastics. And this human is also very different from the feeling that electric one brings her!

Song Yiting, who interacted with the opposite sex for the first time, was simply more sensitive than the stunner-level Xi Yuan, and because of her fatigue in the past few days, her combat effectiveness plummeted.

Zhang Jin, who still knows how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, considering Song Yiting's physical condition, even if he is not happy, he has a shallow taste. After sending this male lily, who had tasted the taste of a real man for the first time, to the top several times, he withdrew from the position. …,

Although it was only half an hour of fighting, Zhang Jin's ferocious attack still made Song Yiting tired to deal with, and when Zhang Jin successfully retreated in her heart-wrenching moan, the male character in this Lala, this mess of women who seemed to be strong from physique to spirit, completely softened into a puddle of water, turning into a thorough, complete

Song Yiting is really tired, not only physically, but also mentally.

The worries and worries of the past few days have already exhausted Song Yiting's mental exhaustion, and the many unprecedented happiness that Zhang Jin gave her just now has drained her little bit of her family.

So, long after the short battle, until more than three o'clock in the morning. Song Yiting, who had regained a little bit of physical strength and energy, woke up again, and after waking up, she no longer rested in Zhang Jin's bed. Instead, after taking a deep look at the sleeping Zhang Jin, he staggered up and climbed out of bed with difficulty.

Song Yiting just staggered out of bed and stood firmly, and was groping for the pants and pajamas that she didn't know where Zhang Jin threw them, when Zhang Jin, who had already been awakened by Song Yiting's movements, spoke softly:

"I'm tired like this, why don't you just sleep here?"

Song Yiting, who was startled by Zhang Jin's sudden voice, patted her naked chest very femininely, making the pair of flesh bounce although they were far less big than Xi Yuan and Ye Hong. Song Yiting, who was frightened, gave Zhang Jin a charming and coquettish look in the dim light, and continued to put the strip of cloth that was only two fingers wide and half a palm long that was peeled off by Zhang Jin on her legs, while explaining angrily:

"I stole it while Yuanyuan was asleep, so I had to go back before she woke up. Otherwise, if she knew that I came secretly, she wouldn't be laughed to death. ”

After Song Yiting put on the small powder blue cloth strip, she carefully adjusted the position of the cloth strip to make sure that it could cover the hair somewhere to the greatest extent. Then he didn't care that there was a big man watching next to him, and continued to find a comfortable position between his two petals of the rope as if no one was around.

In the dim light, Song Yiting, whose night vision ability is far less enchanting than Zhang Jin, didn't notice that her undisguised natural movements were making Zhang Jin, who was already horny, have a pair of eyes that are already green like wolves, and even the corners of her mouth are already hidden with water stains. To be continued [This text is provided by @Unspeakable]. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote for the recommendation and monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. ）