Meng Zhao extended another finger and probed it into Qingying's twitching hole, slowly pushing open the tight flesh, and after entering half an inch, he touched a sticky liquid.

The man's eyes darkened, and the desire in his dark eyes became deeper.

It's wet.

Meng Zhao used both methods at the same time, kneading Qingying's engorged and red clitoris with his fingers, while slowly pumping his fingers into her tight honey hole.

"Hmm... so hot... um..."

The blush on Qingying's cheeks deepened, she bit her lower lip, moaning coquettishly, a dense stream of sweat oozing from the tip of her nose and forehead, and her two bent legs were trembling slightly.

The fingers inserted into Qingying's honey hole were tightly twisted by the shrinking soft flesh. Meng Zhao could feel that the soft flesh was moving faster and the contraction was stronger.

Meng Zhao knew that Qingying was coming soon.

Suddenly and without warning, he pulled out his fingers soaked in semen, and stopped rubbing his clitoris.

In the midst of his excitement, the man stopped abruptly.

Qingying only felt that the itching feeling in her body was even more uncomfortable, and she was very eager to insert something into the deep itching place.

She panted and looked at Meng Zhao in confusion: "Young Master, why did you stop?"

Meng Zhao unzipped his pants and released his thick and fierce penis. He said in a hoarse voice: "If you want, sit on it and move yourself."

Qingying bit her lower lip and felt a little ashamed. It was Meng Zhao who wanted to have sex, but now it seemed like she took the initiative to ask for sex.

But the itching feeling in her body was too torturous. Qingying didn't hesitate for long. She took off their underwear, spread her legs, and sat on Meng Zhao's thighs.

Adjusting the position so that their private parts were facing each other, Qingying held Meng Zhao's erect penis and pressed it against her own juicy hole.

Because of the aroused desire, her body was itchy and her empty vagina was very sensitive, and a lot of vaginal fluid had just flowed out.

Qingying smeared the vaginal fluid on the man's thick penis, and then held the wet meat stick against her vagina that was twitching and contracting.

The girl applied force with her round and perky buttocks, slowly pressing down.

The big glans pushed open the two petals of wet clam meat and slowly squeezed in a little bit.

"Mmm..." Aoying could feel the man's huge thing drilling into her body. The soft flesh around the hole was squeezed to the sides by the huge glans, and it was stretched tight and thin, as if it would be torn apart in the next moment.

Meng Zhao's thing was extremely majestic and strong. Every time Aoying took it into her body, it took some effort.

Fortunately, she got aroused early this time, and her vagina was wet and slippery. If she was patient, she could take the whole meat pillar in.

Aoying frowned and endured the very clear feeling of fullness in her body. She continued to sit down hard. "Puff, puff", the thick penis, lubricated by the love juice, drilled in piece by piece.

When the penis was inserted most of the way, Aoying felt that her tight vagina had been stretched to the extreme.

She didn't dare to go deeper, and at this depth, she twisted her slender waist and moved slowly.

The perky little buttocks were lifted up, pulling the bright red hole flesh attached to the stem, and then revealing the purple-red flesh pillar wrapped in a wet and bright red.

Aoying did not pull out the penis completely, leaving half of the glans in the hole. She sat down hard, and with a puff, the thick penis pushed open the layers of flesh folds and inserted again.

Meng Zhao stared at the junction of the two for a moment with his deep black eyes. Every time the penis went in, he could see that the girl's small flesh hole was enlarged several times by his huge penis.

The two plump clam meats trembled and squirmed, unable to wrap around his thick penis. The pink flesh slit in the middle kept dripping with juice, which dripped down, looking extremely obscene.

This strong visual impact made Meng Zhao's blood vessels dilate, and his breathing suddenly became heavier.

The meat pillar under his crotch trembled twice, and suddenly swelled up again, stretching the small hole between the girl's legs even bigger.

"Hmm..." Aoying couldn't stand the feeling of fullness in her body that seemed to suffocate her. She frowned and moaned, raised her hips, and spit out the man's swollen giant.

With a "click", a pool of transparent and sticky juice dripped from the hole that was not blocked by the object, and poured on the coarse pubic hair under Meng Zhao's belly.

Meng Zhao stared at the pink hole between the girl's legs with red eyes, which was twitching and contracting and constantly dripping with water.

He rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed his saliva. He was no longer satisfied with Aoying's slow and itchy thrusting.