The man's penis was swollen with blood, as thick as a baby's arm, with veins bulging on the stem, and the urethra at the top of the glans was bulging, oozing out a clear liquid that flowed down in a winding manner. It was abnormally terrifying to look at.

Qingying was shocked and swallowed secretly, sighing in her heart: This thing is really big, no wonder she felt like she was suffocating just now.

How could an ordinary woman bear this thing? No wonder she felt sore and weak after each intercourse.

Qingying took a deep breath, supported Meng Zhao's abnormally thick meat pillar against the wet hole, sat down hard, and once again swallowed the man's thick thing into her body.

Just after swallowing the huge glans, before Aoying could react, Meng Zhao under him exerted force and thrust upwards suddenly. With a "puff", the thick and long flesh pillar pushed open the narrow and tight passage and drove straight in, the whole thing was inserted.

"Ah..." The tight honey hole was filled up by a burning thick object, and Aoying's flat belly was poked and bulged. She frowned, moaned softly, opened her lips slightly, and inhaled frequently.

It was too big, and it was really bloating her and she was very uncomfortable.

Aoying raised her hips while inhaling, trying to spit out the thick object in her body that made her breath difficult.

Meng Zhao sensed her intention and did not give her a chance to refuse. He stretched out his two big hands to press down on her hips. With a "puff", the thick meat pole pushed back again.

He did not stop, thrusting his waist and abdomen, and began to thrust.

The thick meat stick was inserted into her again and again, and the sensitive cervix was sore and swollen. Qingying frowned and pleaded coquettishly: "Well...too deep...ah...Master, please don't push inside..."

The girl's petite body was shaken by the man's powerful thrusting, and her two plump breasts bounced up and down like rabbits, rippling with seductive waves.

Meng Zhao was afraid that Qingying would fall, so he stretched out his two big hands to support her round buttocks to keep her body balanced.

He supported her buttocks, lifting and pressing them down in coordination with his thrusting movements.

When his thin waist and abdomen pushed upward, he would press her buttocks down to make his penis penetrate deeper.

Every time he pushed up, Qingying couldn't help but scream because he penetrated too deeply. Her petite body trembled constantly, shaking like a willow leaf in the wind. After

a quarter of an hour, she was able to adapt to the previously strong and suffocating feeling of fullness.

Qingying felt comfortable being penetrated by the man's meat stick, and sticky juice kept gushing out of her hole, making Meng Zhao's lower abdomen wet.

There was enough water in her hole, and Meng Zhao's entry was much smoother.

Meng Zhao wildly swung his waist and pushed upwards quickly, and the purple-red meat pillar went in and out of the girl's red and dripping vagina one after another, making a "puff, plop" sound.

The girl's vagina was wet and tight, and the vaginal flesh was smooth and soft. Every time a thick penis was inserted, it would be tightly squeezed by the soft vaginal flesh, causing Meng Zhao's scalp to tingle with pleasure.

The man's thick meat pole went in and out of the small hole, and the protruding blue veins on the stem rubbed the soft flesh in the hole rapidly again and again. Qingying only felt that the junction of the two people was hot and swollen, as if it was burned by a raging fire, and her whole body began to heat up.

Her white body began to turn a thin layer of pink, and her slender snow neck gradually became flushed. The backs of her feet could not help but arch up.

"Ah... um... Young Master, go slower... I can't stand it anymore..."

Qingying moaned in a soft and charming voice, which made Meng Zhao's desire surge and fucked harder.

He swung his hips and thrust upwards, fucking deep and hard. His two heavy sacs slapped the girl's white perineum, and the huge room was immediately filled with rapid slapping sounds.

"Ah...ah...wuwu...young master...I really can't stand it anymore..." Qingying's eyebrows furrowed deeper, she bit her lower lip and sobbed softly.

The expression on her pretty face seemed to be painful and enjoyable. Her body, covered with a thin layer of powder, began to twitch, and her vagina suddenly contracted, tightly wrapping around the man's engorged and swollen penis.

"Hmph..." Meng Zhao felt pain from Qingying's tightly contracted vagina, and he gritted his teeth and groaned.

It was tied too tightly, causing him both pain and pleasure, and he almost surrendered.