The two people's hips were pressed tightly together, leaving no gap. The coarse hair under the man's abdomen pricked Qingying's white and tender vagina, which was prickly and itchy.

She groaned uncomfortably, slowly raised her hips, and spit out the penis that was too thick and long, which made her feel suffocated.

The thick and long penis was slowly spit out, and only the big glans was left in the hole. Meng Zhao did not give Qingying a chance to react. He grabbed her two soft buttocks with two big hands and pressed down hard.

With a "puff", the thick penis was fully inserted into the tight flower hole, stretching the narrow flower diameter to the extreme again, making Qingying frown and moan.

"Ah... um... so tight... oooh... too deep..."

Qingying's legs trembled slightly, and her two slender arms were hung around Meng Zhao's neck, hugging him tightly, fearing that if she let go, she would fall down and swallow the thick meat stick deeper.

"Hmm..." Meng Zhao gasped as he was twisted by the girl's narrow vagina. The layers of soft flesh twitched and pushed, as if trying to expel him, but the suction and grip of the vagina held him tightly, sucking, biting and licking him.

The intense pleasure kept surging up, passing through his back and reaching his brain, making his scalp numb and his bones numb.

"Be good, move yourself." Meng Zhao patted Qingying's round and firm buttocks, and his voice was a little hoarse than before.

In Qingying's cognition, Meng Zhao was a man with crippled legs.

In terms of sex, she was the only one who could take the lead.

Recently, Madam Meng has been very nice to her. She has rewarded her with a lot of money and will allow her to go home to visit her relatives in two days.

At this critical moment, she naturally cannot disobey Meng Zhao.

Although Qingying was not very happy to do this, she still showed a docile look and moved obediently.

Qingying sat on Meng Zhao's hips, twisting her slender waist, lifting up and sitting down, and working hard to swallow the man's unusually thick meat stick.

Meng Zhao's thing was too thick and long, she didn't dare to swallow it too deep, and she controlled the strength when she sat down, only using 70% to 80%.

The depth of eating was also about 80%, and she didn't dare to put it in completely, so she had to leave a small part outside.

Aoying stroked the hole for dozens of times, neither too deep nor too shallow, until the flesh of the hole became somewhat soft, and it was bright red, and a lot of juice spurted out.

She added 20% more strength, and sat down hard. With a "puff", the thick penis pushed open the two plump and wet clam meat and penetrated deeply. The thick

glans hit the narrow little opening deep inside, squeezing out a sticky and transparent juice, which dripped onto the man's strong and sturdy thighs.

"Hmm..." Aoying frowned, her small hands climbed onto Meng Zhao's thick shoulders, and she panted quickly.

The bright red little hole was stretched to the extreme by the thick and hard penis, hot and swollen, as if a specially thickened iron rod was stuffed inside, giving her the illusion that it would burst at the next moment.

Qingying took a breath, raised her hips, and started to stroke it quickly.

The thick penis went in and out of the bright red honey hole at a very fast speed, and every time the thick and hard meat stick was inserted, it would stir up a gurgling sound of water.

The sticky juice was stirred into sticky white foam, which was smeared on the junction of the two people, making a mess and extremely obscene.

The protruding blue veins on the penis rubbed against the tender inner wall at a very fast speed, causing a slight pain, and also an indescribable sense of pleasure.

"Hmm... um..." A strong pleasure surged up, Aoying gritted her teeth and moaned, her fair body was covered with a layer of tempting light pink.

She was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and her cute little face was flushed, like she was drunk, especially charming and seductive. She

struggled to raise her buttocks that were red from being hit, and then sat down hard. With a "puff", the swollen and engorged penis was inserted into her honey hole.

Aoying suddenly stopped moving.

She lay on Meng Zhao's shoulder, her lips slightly opened, her breath was as sweet as orchid, and her voice was soft and charming: "My Lord, I have no strength left, are you almost done?"

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Meng Zhao's thin lips with passion gently brushed Qingying's rosy cheeks. He whispered in her ear: "It's too early. If you have no strength, just hold me tight."

Qingying, who was so tired that she felt weak all over, didn't understand why Meng Zhao asked her to hold him tight at first.

But soon, she understood.