Meng Zhao peeled the girl's clothes like peeling a lychee, revealing her snow-white body that had become much plumper due to pregnancy.

He spread Qingying's legs apart, leaned down, and gently kissed her white and tender pubic mound without a single stray hair.

"Yingying, have you missed your husband during these three months?" the man asked in a low, hoarse voice.

He extended his tongue to lick the two plump flower lips, and then used the tip of his tongue to push apart the two clams, finding the protruding meat core hidden in the meat seam and holding it in his mouth, sucking it hard.

"Baji... Baji..."

The man ate with a sound, and the blushing sucking sound rang in her ears, making Qingying's cheeks flush and her body numb.

She bit her sakura lips, her almond eyes were watery, her body trembled slightly, but she refused to answer the man's question.

Meng Zhao waited for a moment, but did not get an answer.

He stretched out two slender fingers and cupped them, and placed them at the wet entrance of Qingying's vagina, aiming at the pulsating hole, and slowly pushed in.

While pushing in, the man observed the expression on Qingying's face, and asked again: "Hmm? Do you miss your husband?"

The two fingers were inserted in at the same time, and the narrow flower path was forced to open. Qingying had not had sex for a long time, so the feeling of fullness of the foreign body invading was very obvious.

She could clearly feel how the two fingers rubbed the soft flesh in the flower path little by little, and slowly squeezed into the depths.

When Meng Zhao's finger reached the bottom, he did not stop, but rubbed the sensitive soft flesh at the entrance of the uterus with evil intentions. After stirring for a while, he pulled his finger out to the hole, thrust it in again, and pulled it out again, pumping repeatedly.

"Guji...Guji..." As Meng Zhao repeatedly pumped, the sticky sound of water echoed in the quiet room.

The man's nails were not trimmed particularly smooth and flat, and the uneven edges scraped the soft inner wall. With each pumping, a shuddering tingling sensation would surge into Qingying's hole.

More and more slippery vaginal fluid flowed out of the vagina, and the blush on Qingying's cheeks became more intense. She bit her lower lip and suppressed her moaning, "Hmm... Hmm... Ah... Ah..."

The girl's voice was gentle and charming, and Meng Zhao's blood boiled.

He lowered his head and kissed the girl who was tortured by lust and lost her mind. He said hoarsely: "Yingying, you have leaked a lot of fluid. You also like your husband, right?"

Qingying still didn't answer. Her snow-white teeth bit her pink lips tightly. Her petite body trembled constantly under the man's teasing.

Meng Zhao raised his palm which was stained with a lot of sticky liquid, lowered his eyes and the light in his eyes dimmed a little. He felt that Qingying was almost wet enough and could calmly accept his big and thick thing.

Meng Zhao pulled off his belt, took off his pants, and released the thick and erect meat pillar between his legs.

He spread Qingying's slender white legs and was about to bend down when there was a knock on the door and Qinghe's childish voice came in: "Sister, sister, Brother Heng is back. He asked if you were hungry and wanted to heat up lunch for you."

Qingying was sobered up immediately after hearing Qinghe's call, and the blurred desire in her almond eyes immediately subsided.

She propped herself up on the bed with one hand, then crossed her legs and pushed Meng Zhao away, urging him, "Hurry, hurry up, go, Brother Hang is back, you can't let him see you in my room."

Meng Zhao frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy, "Am I so ashamed to be seen? Why can't I see your cousin?"

Qingying picked up a pillow and threw it at Meng Zhao, angrily saying, "Can you let anyone see you like this? If Brother Hang knew that I ignored Ah He and had sex with you in the room in broad daylight, waiting for my parents and aunt to come back, how could I have the face to stay in this house?"

Meng Zhao was surprised. It was only three months since they last met, but this woman dared to lose her temper with him and throw things at him. She was

really rebellious.

"Qingying, how dare you throw things at me?" Meng Zhao pointed at the pillow lying on the ground and questioned in a deep voice.

Qingying looked calm, she lifted her eyelids and looked directly at the man fearlessly: "I am no longer your concubine, so I don't need to follow the rules of the Meng Mansion anymore."

"Just leave quickly. If Brother Heng sees you staying in my room, you can forget about being intimate with me in the future. I will find another good father for your son. You can do it yourself." Qingying pointed at the window beside her and threatened coldly.

Meng Zhao panicked when he heard Qingying say that she would marry someone else with her son. Now Qingying was not afraid of him, so the power of his former master was naturally useless.

Meng Zhao had no choice but to compromise. He pulled up his pants, tied his belt, and coaxed softly, "Okay, okay, I'll go. Don't be angry. It's not good for the child if you get angry."