Meng Zhao's handsome face, tinged with lust, was a little stiff, as if he was embarrassed after being poked.

But he was unwilling to admit that he was going to surrender so quickly, for fear of losing face.

So he replied in a low voice with an indifferent tone: "It's too early, you still need to work harder, don't be too nervous, and relax your body, otherwise it will be difficult for me to get in."

"Oh." Qingying drooped her eyelashes in disappointment, she twisted her hips, and continued to work hard to stroke the man's engorged and swollen penis. The

white and round little butt twisted up and down, and sat down with a puff, squeezing out a sticky and transparent juice from the gap between the mating, and fell on the light brown wheelchair seat under the butt with a plop.

The girl frowned slightly and swallowed the man's thick penis with difficulty. Every time the thick penis was inserted, the small flesh hole between her legs would be enlarged several times.

The two red and swollen clam meat trembled and wrapped the thick penis. The soft flesh around the hole was stretched tight and white, becoming more and more thin and transparent, as if it would be torn at any time.

"Um... um..." Qingying's white and pink body shook weakly. She had been moving on it for about two quarters of an hour. Her body began to soften and her physical strength gradually failed. The two calves hanging on both sides of the wheelchair also began to tremble.

When she sat down again, her calves softened, her center of gravity was unstable, and she fell straight down.

With a "puff", the thick meat stem pushed open the layers of tight flesh and penetrated into the deep and narrow flower path. The thick glans happened to hit a raised soft flesh.

"Ah..." Aoying's softened body suddenly twitched and shivered continuously. Intense pleasure surged up from below and swept her body strongly.

A flash of white light flashed in her mind, and she shivered and came.

The warm love juice spurted out and poured onto the man's angry urethra.

The honey hole in climax spasmed and contracted, tightly wrapping around the man's engorged penis, as if to squeeze out the essence and blood.

"Hmph..." Meng Zhao couldn't stand the girl's tight and powerful wrapping. His waist felt numb, and his erect and purple penis began to tremble, spurting out a large stream of thick white fluid.

Her cherry-red lips were slightly parted, panting rapidly. Her

rosy cheeks were pressed against the man's sweaty chest, and her petite and weak body was still twitching slightly.

The pleasure was too strong, and she could hardly bear it. Her sore and limp body remained in Meng Zhao's arms, and she didn't recover for a long time.

Half a minute later, Aoying recovered some strength. She stood up and slowly raised her buttocks that were hit red.

With a "pop" sound, the huge glans of the penis left the bright red hole, and thick white liquid gushed out, soaking the light brown cushion.

When Aoying got off the ground, her legs were weak and she couldn't stand steadily. She held on to the table for a while before she could stand up straight.

This sex was intense and long-lasting. The eldest master had said "it's too early" before, and Aoying really thought he would continue for another half an hour.

If that were the case, she would pass out from exhaustion and she might not even be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

Fortunately, the eldest son was also a person who could not hold back. She could feel that he came directly after she squeezed hard just now, which saved her a lot of energy.

The sticky white liquid on the cushion was really blinding. Qingying took a handkerchief, blushed and lowered her head to wipe the dirty liquid.

He ejaculated a lot. Although the eldest son was a cripple, his body was rich. The white liquid he ejaculated could fill half a bowl.

After wiping the white liquid, Qingying picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on Meng Zhao, and tidied his clothes and hairband for him.

Meng Zhao regained his cold and noble appearance of a rich young man. There was no lust or vulgarity on his handsome face. He looked serious and unattainable.

Qingying picked up her dress and slowly put it on. She whispered, "Young Master, can you take a bath before going to bed?"

As soon as the two came back, they closed the door and did that thing, without even taking a bath.

"Yes." Meng Zhao nodded, and said in a still hoarse voice, "Call Meng Wu to fetch some water."

Qingying turned around and called Meng Wu.

After a while, Meng Wu brought in several buckets of hot water and filled the bathtub to 70%.

When he picked up Meng Zhao and put him in the bathtub, his fingers accidentally touched the sticky water left on the seat.

Meng Wu was simple and honest, and he didn't know how to read his master's expression. He immediately asked, "Master, what's on the cushion of this wheelchair? Why is it so sticky?"

Meng Zhao's expression was calm, and there was no change. He said calmly, "I accidentally spilled the tea when I was drinking tea just now. You can take the cushion off and have the maid wash it. Bring it back tomorrow."

Why is the tea so sticky?

Meng Wu was a little curious: "Master, what kind of tea is this? Why is it so sticky?"

Qingying, who was standing aside, lowered her head in shame when she heard Meng Wu's inquiring questions. Her pretty face was so red that it was about to bleed.

Meng Zhao frowned slightly, glanced at Meng Wu, and whispered: "I told you to wash it, so just wash it. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

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