The soft flesh at the entrance of the uterus twitched and contracted, tightly clamping the thick meat pillar, teasing the erect and purple glans, and the intense pleasure surged upward.
Meng Zhao's scalp was numb with pleasure, and he couldn't help but sighed: "Yingying, you are too tight, relax a little, your husband's soul is about to be sucked out by you."
Qingying's cheeks were flushed, and she looked like she had been loved by a man. She was so dizzy from being fucked that she couldn't hear what the man was saying.
Naturally, she would not relax her body, and still tightly clamped the man's swollen penis.
Her head was dizzy, and she looked at Meng Zhao with her charming eyes, and she called him coquettishly: "Um...husband...husband..."
Hearing the word "husband", Meng Zhao's blood boiled. He immediately raised Qingying's round and plump buttocks and began to thrust his waist again.
The purple-red thick meat column thrust into the girl's bright red honey hole one after another, constantly rubbing the tender inner wall and hitting the sensitive flower core deep inside.
"Pa pa pa", as the man continued to thrust, the two heavy sacs kept slapping Qingying's red thigh roots.
"Ah...ah...well...husband...slow down..."
Her lower body was numb from being pushed, Qingying's eyebrows were tightly knitted, and her ten small and white toes could not bear it and curled up. With a "hiss", a stream of love juice spurted out from the core of her flower.
Meng Zhao's breathing became more and more rapid. He was about to ejaculate, so how could he slow down?
He lowered his head and pecked Qingying's bright red lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yingying, bear with it a little longer, it's almost there."
After that, he straightened his waist and thrust quickly, and the thick and long meat pillar pushed in again and again, hitting Qingying's legs and shaking. She screamed "ah ah ah" several times.
After a dozen quick thrusts, Meng Zhao thrust deeply and forcefully, his large glans reaching the bottom, spurting out a large stream of thick white fluid against the girl's narrow cervix.
Time passed slowly, and the red candles on the table were about to burn.
The passion faded, and the lovemaking stopped.
Meng Zhao lay on the bed, leaning sideways to hold Qingying, who had softened into a pool of water.
He reached out to brush aside the sweaty hair on her forehead, leaned over to place a loving kiss on her fair forehead, then hugged her tightly and fell asleep.
After today, she would be his legally wedded wife, and in the future, no matter what setbacks they would encounter, he would protect her and the child.
The perfect couple on the bed, sleeping with their necks intertwined, were so harmonious and happy that they made others envious.
In the future, their story is still very long.
There will be many such warm nights.
**
Let's go back to two months ago and take a look at the Meng Mansion, which is thousands of miles away, and see what Meng Xun and Zhao Wan are like now.
That day, Meng Xun flirted with Zhao Wan and left in a frivolous manner, which almost made Zhao Wan angry.
When she saw Meng Xun again in the future, she was too lazy to even pay attention to him. She
even deliberately avoided him.
Except for the time when they had meals together, Meng Xun couldn't touch her the whole day.
During the day, he took the initiative to go to Zhao Wan's house, and Zhao Wan's personal maid said that her young lady had been unwell these days and had just gone to bed. She hoped that the second young master would go back and not disturb her young lady.
Since Chunyue said so, Meng Xun couldn't force his way in, so he just went back in anger.
He couldn't see her during the day, but at night, when everyone was asleep, the whole Meng Mansion was shrouded in darkness.
Meng Xun quietly sneaked into Zhao Wan's bedroom. He stood in front of the bed, quietly looking at the girl sleeping sweetly on the bed. His heart moved slightly, and he suddenly wanted to kiss her plump lips.