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He stopped his movements almost immediately, and said painfully, but cautiously, "Does it still hurt?"

A bead of sweat on her forehead rolled down on her face and splashed in all directions, each blossoming with his own scorching body temperature.

She could feel his forbearance, the burly body buried deep in her, seemed to be able to breathe, throbbing with pulse, like a beast ready to go, might break free at any time, rampage, and do whatever it wanted.

He stopped, but she seemed to be more uncomfortable than before, she opened her mouth, and her voice was so hoarse that it didn't sound like her own, "You, get out..."

Noticing that there was no pain in her voice, he smiled evilly, "Okay."

He actually retreated obediently.

However, halfway through the retreat, he pushed forward with a more violent offensive, directly entering the deepest depths!

A **** came out of his lips and teeth again, so strange and so charming, it seemed to be the clarion call to charge on the battlefield, making the men who were attacking the city even more aggressive and invincible.

Outside, a cold wind blew up at some point, and the sky and the earth were slantedly covered with snow like goose feathers.

Inside, it's warm and pleasant.

There was only the man's struggling growl and the woman's weeping and flattering moan, which did not stop for a long time.

Crazy overnight | crazy.

The next day, Cheng Liuli didn't wake up until noon.

Heavy blackout curtains cover the entire floor-to-ceiling windows, blocking all light from the windows.

The bedroom was bleak.

When she moved slightly, the aches and discomfort all over her body immediately made her groan.

There was someone hugging her tightly behind her, and the posture between them was like two spoons stacked on top of each other, leaving no gap.

That man has a thick and broad chest, like an iron block wrapped in velvet, slightly undulating, sexy | charming, can give all women in the world the greatest sense of security.

Slowly, she remembered who was hugging her.

Pretty face blushed.

Thinking of all the situations of last night, Cheng Liuli's face boiled | hot enough to cook a shrimp.

Last night, Yesilo seemed like a bloodthirsty beast, on the bed, on the ground, in the bathroom, on the window sill. ． ． ． ． ．In all kinds of postures, he demanded too much from her.

She will probably always remember how she gasped, groaned, and responded frantically under a man.

She never knew that her body had such a strong reaction. Looking down, the whole body was covered with large and small red marks, all of which were the hickey marks left by Yesilo on her body.

And the faint discomfort that faded away, and his residual warmth.

She couldn't tell how many times she had reached the peak, and she couldn't tell how many times she passed out of a little coma, but she only remembered the man's frighteningly vigorous energy, constantly attacking and demanding, and that toughness that pressed against the deepest part and was domineering. The strength overwhelmed her. ． ． ． ． ．

She felt that she was about to die, she was exhausted, hanging powerlessly in the arms of the man, like a rag doll without any ability to resist.

It wasn't until dawn that she couldn't bear it anymore and sobbed mournfully. Yesilo reluctantly let her go, but still held her tightly in his arms domineeringly, forcing her to use this kind of incomparable intimacy. He fell asleep in his arms.

Well, she was really powerless to care about anything else.

Almost as soon as my head touched the pillow, I fell asleep immediately.

He stopped his movements almost immediately, and said painfully, but cautiously, "Does it still hurt?"

A bead of sweat on her forehead rolled down on her face and splashed in all directions, each blossoming with his own scorching body temperature.

She could feel his forbearance, the burly body buried deep in her, seemed to be able to breathe, throbbing with pulse, like a beast ready to go, might break free at any time, rampage, and do whatever it wanted.

He stopped, but she seemed to be more uncomfortable than before, she opened her mouth, and her voice was so hoarse that it didn't sound like her own, "You, get out..."

Noticing that there was no pain in her voice, he smiled evilly, "Okay."

He actually retreated obediently.

However, halfway through the retreat, he pushed forward with a more violent offensive, directly entering the deepest depths!

A **** came out of his lips and teeth again, so strange and so charming, it seemed to be the clarion call to charge on the battlefield, making the men who were attacking the city even more aggressive and invincible.

Outside, a cold wind blew up at some point, and the sky and the earth were slantedly covered with snow like goose feathers.

Inside, it's warm and pleasant.

There was only the man's struggling growl and the woman's weeping and flattering moan, which did not stop for a long time.

Crazy overnight | crazy.

The next day, Cheng Liuli didn't wake up until noon.

Heavy blackout curtains cover the entire floor-to-ceiling windows, blocking all light from the windows.

The bedroom was bleak.

When she moved slightly, the aches and discomfort all over her body immediately made her groan.

There was someone hugging her tightly behind her, and the posture between them was like two spoons stacked on top of each other, leaving no gap.

That man has a thick and broad chest, like an iron block wrapped in velvet, slightly undulating, sexy | charming, can give all women in the world the greatest sense of security.

Slowly, she remembered who was hugging her.

Pretty face blushed.

Thinking of all the situations of last night, Cheng Liuli's face boiled | hot enough to cook a shrimp.

Last night, Yesilo seemed like a bloodthirsty beast, on the bed, on the ground, in the bathroom, on the window sill. ． ． ． ． ．In all kinds of postures, he demanded too much from her.

She will probably always remember how she gasped, groaned, and responded frantically under a man.

She never knew that her body had such a strong reaction. Looking down, the whole body was covered with large and small red marks, all of which were the hickey marks left by Yesilo on her body.

And the faint discomfort that faded away, and his residual warmth.

She couldn't tell how many times she had reached the peak, and she couldn't tell how many times she passed out of a little coma, but she only remembered the man's frighteningly vigorous energy, constantly attacking and demanding, and that toughness that pressed against the deepest part and was domineering. The strength overwhelmed her. ． ． ． ． ．

She felt that she was about to die, she was exhausted, hanging powerlessly in the arms of the man, like a rag doll without any ability to resist.

It wasn't until dawn that she couldn't bear it anymore and sobbed mournfully. Yesilo reluctantly let her go, but still held her tightly in his arms domineeringly, forcing her to use this kind of incomparable intimacy. He fell asleep in his arms.

Well, she was really powerless to care about anything else.

Almost as soon as my head touched the pillow, I fell asleep immediately.