Three days later, Meng Zhao married Qingying as a live-in son-in-law.

On that day, festive music mixed with the sound of firecrackers rang for a long time, and neighbors all came to the Lin family for a drink, which was very lively.

Qingying wore a bright red wedding dress and was carried to the door of the Lin family in a sedan chair carried by eight people.

Meng Zhao carried her down from the sedan chair, and together they held a red ribbon, slowly stepped across the red carpet, walked to the front hall, and bowed to the heavens and the earth.

During the banquet, after toasting the guests and drinking three rounds of wine, Meng Zhao returned to the bridal chamber with a slight intoxication.

Red candles were dripping in the room, and the flames flickered.

Meng Zhao pushed open the door, walked to the bed, lifted the bright red veil, looked at his beautiful and charming wife, and his black eyes were full of tender love.

He came over, pecked Qingying's red lips, and whispered, "Yingying, you are so beautiful today."

Qingying's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and she looked shy. She whispered, "Husband, you look beautiful today too."

This was the first time Qingying called Meng Zhao her husband, which made him very happy.

He wanted to pick her up and spin around happily, but he was afraid of hurting the baby in her belly. He

could only hold her little face and kiss her several times in a row to suppress his excitement.

The night is short, and every moment is worth a thousand gold.

Looking at such a charming and beautiful wife, Meng Zhao's heart has long been moved.

She always has such a great attraction to him, which can make him easily throw away his armor and lose miserably.

Meng Zhao kissed Aoying's soft lips tenderly, and slid his big hand down to untie her belt.

The wedding dress was taken off, revealing the girl's fair and plump body. Meng Zhao went all the way down and kissed Aoying's body devoutly.

As they kissed, the man responded, and the penis under his crotch raised its head, standing hard and erect, high and mighty.

Meng Zhao was afraid that he would press on Aoying's belly during intercourse, so he carried her to the edge of the bed.

He stood on the ground, spread Aoying's slender white legs, and at this height, he held his hard and thick penis and rubbed it against her wet hole.

He leaned down, exerted force with his waist, and sank slowly. The huge glans pushed open the two clam meats, and slowly pushed in little by little.

"Hmm..." Aoying frowned, bit her lip and moaned.

She could feel the hot and thick meat stick slowly pushing open the narrow and tight flower path, filling her up little by little.

The huge thing between the man's legs was very long, and when Meng Zhao inserted the whole thing to the bottom, Aoying's breathing was stagnant and she almost couldn't breathe.

The man thrust his waist hard and pumped slowly, and the thick meat stick began to go in and out of the girl's tight little hole.

"Gulp... Gulp..."

With the lubrication of the love juice, every time he thrust, the junction of the two people would make a piston-like sound.

Qingying's body was extremely sensitive after she became pregnant. After Meng Zhao slowly thrusted in and out for half a minute, the soft flesh in her vagina became soft and the juice flowed more and more.

The thick meat pillar shuttled back and forth in the wet, hot and tight passage, making the vagina flesh soft and rotten, and the juice spurted out.

With a "puff", Meng Zhao straightened his waist, and the thick and long meat stick went straight in. The big glans was inserted to the bottom, knocking on the sensitive flower core of the girl.

"Ah..." Aoying frowned and cried out softly, her body trembling, her ten slender white fingers tightly grasping the quilt under her.

The man inserted too deep, making her feel as if she was about to be pierced by the hard and hot meat stick.

The sensitive cervix was poked by the huge glans and tightened, tightly wrapping the man's penis.

"Hmm..." The girl clamped too tightly, and a comfortable low moan escaped from Meng Zhao's tightly pursed thin lips. A drop of hot sweat slid down the corner of his neat jaw, and with a snap, it hit Aoying's snow-white belly.