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

She knew very well that Chong Tiange was never a good lover. He was cold and domineering and terrifying. In many things, he recognized the truth, and would not care about anyone's thoughts, nor would he listen to any suggestions that he thought were worthless.

His movements did not slow down at all because of his standing posture. Instead, he held her firmly with his iron arms, and firmly grasped Ye Yingning in his arms with both hands.

The fragile petals were aimed at his firmness up and down, like a tight and hot velvet cover, constantly sucking and wrapping the hot and rough hardness. The heat and pleasure brought by the friction made both of them have a desire to live and die.

Because he stood up, Chong Tiange could not fully enter her deepest place as usual, and he always left a little room for his room. His extremely hard pubic bone hit her fragile stamens heavily, and the strong and powerful heat penetrated her body deeply, forcing her delicate petals to open to the maximum and completely accommodate him. When he exited, her petals would close tightly again, and the crystal fragrant flower liquid kept oozing out sweet flower juice as he pulled away, wetting the connection between them.

Standing on the carpet six or seven steps away from the bedroom, Chong Tiange was like a naughty child, and suddenly discovered novel things and explored tirelessly.

Her two iron arms wrapped around Ye Yingning's slender waist, letting her soft and slender body lean against his arm, then she pushed her lower body hard, forcing her to open again, hitting her straight into the stamen, and suddenly pulled out the sweet juice, over and over again, loving and caressing her.

"Call me, why don't you?"

Seeing her eyes closed tightly and biting her lips tightly, Chong Tiange stepped forward and pounded heavily. He licked Ye Yingning's side face and earlobe, whispering in her ears like a devil.

He deliberately slowed down at a critical moment, one after another, and each of them had enough force, but he was moving too slowly, as if he was scratching the soles of his feet with a itchy tick.

Finally, Ye Yingning was tortured by him and was confused by his consciousness, and cried out in extreme happiness.

She clung to him tightly, her hands and fingers wrapped around her, her long legs crossed around Chong Tiange's waist, and even her toes curled up.

The two people were constantly dripping transparent flower juice from the tightly connected place, rubbing against her skirt, revealing a small wet mark.

Her low moan obviously pleased Chong Tiange. He seemed to be crazy, possessing his possession and his movements were wild and free. With one hand, he kept increasing his strength to rub the snow breasts that were trembling up and down on Ye Yingning's chest, and even pulled apart one of her legs tightly wrapped around her waist, pulling them straight, and pulling them back and forth in conjunction with the body's pulling, watching with his own eyes the two tender and bright red petals in front of him being played into different shapes.

His nose wings fluttered quickly, and a low roar like a beast in his throat.

No matter how handsome a man is, he will look a little hideous at this time, and his whole body and mind are occupied by love and desire, and the petting Tiange is no exception.

Every time she was with him, Ye Yingning would close her eyes because she was a little afraid of him, especially when she was asking for her. She felt that he probably had to swallow himself before he could give up.

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When I was passionate, I seemed to feel dull and numb.

When the floating feeling subsided, Ye Yingning felt pain everywhere: her legs couldn't be closed, her thighs were sore, her arms were sore, and her private parts were even more red and swollen.

Chong Tiange rolled off her, lay on the other side of the bed, gasping for breath, or accompanied by a smug laugh or two.

She frowned, endured the pain, and reached out and twisted the bedside lamp.
Chapter completed!