Xia Yan's long foreplay had already made her whole body hot, and because the person on her body was Yi Beihan, she became even more emotional.

When she saw that he was just lingering at the entrance, she felt as if she was going crazy. She arched her thin white waist and leaned forward.

"Fairy!" Yi Beihan's eyes tightened, and he supported Ang Ting and entered in one fell swoop.

"Ah..." The long-lost feeling of fullness made Xia Yan's lower body feel uncomfortable and painful.

She frowned tightly, scratched his arms, and groaned in pain.

"Cold, pain, pain!"

"I'll be gentle!"

"Baby, are you comfortable?" He leaned down, licked her little ear from top to bottom, and blew hot breath into her ear, adding a touch of ambiguity.

"Well..." Xia Yan's whole body felt hot and soft, and her sensitive body trembled slightly as he played with it.

"Baby, please relax, it's too tight..." He said in a hoarse voice while gasping hard, "I don't know how many times I have looked at the thatched cottage, why is it still so tight..."

"Well..." Xia Yan was confused by his confusion, but after hearing his strange metaphor, she still gasped in dissatisfaction and retorted, "You are the thatched cottage!"

Yi Beihan was delighted when he heard this, kissed her on the lips, and then said in an even more ambiguous tone, "Yes, yes, yes, my dear, that place is not a thatched cottage, it is a treasure, a treasure that makes me want to die."

"Can you stop talking?" Xia Yan was helplessly defeated, her face so red that it was about to bleed.

Yi Beihan loved her coy tone so much. Moreover, the baby under her body was sucking him in and out, and the feeling was as erotic as it could be.

Yi Beihan felt that the blood in his whole body was swelling. He had just done enough to take care of her feelings, but now the speed of grinding was already unbearable, and his lower body was also strangled and painful.

"Okay, okay, let's stop talking and let's do it." As he said this, he slammed his lower body, which had swollen several times, into her depths.

"Well..." Xia Yan groaned at the instant discomfort, and kicked her legs wildly on both sides of his strong waist.

This action actually made Yi Beihan feel more comfortable, so he couldn't help but twitch vigorously, going deep and shallow again and again, hitting the most sensitive point deep inside her flower core.

"Ah..." Xia Yan groaned unbearably, her eyes blurred.

Listening to her loveless screams, Yi Beihan seemed to be even more excited. His breathing became thicker, and his lower body swelled again. He held the softness of her chest with one hand and rubbed it vigorously, and held the back of her head with his other hand. kiss.

"Hmm... don't... it's too deep... ah..." Xia Yan twisted impatiently, trying to escape the painful pleasure, but when she moved up a little, he moved forward even further, poking more ferociously. Stab the deepest part.

If she hides again, he will chase her.

Finally, Yi Beihan was no longer impatient with this game of hiding and chasing, and hugged her up, pressed her against the wall, grabbed her little butt, pulled it all out, then pushed in fiercely, and squeezed straight in Her tender depths were rubbed hard in a circle, reluctantly pulled out, and then fiercely rammed into Xia Yan's soft-throated scream, each time harder and harder, almost knocking her out.

Xia Yan felt like her whole body was about to be knocked away by him, but she was pressed so tightly by him that she couldn't move at all. She became frightened and began to beg weakly and randomly: "Husband...good husband...spare me. ...Hmm...be gentle...ha...it's too deep..."
Chapter completed!