"Ah..." The hot semen rushed against the uterine wall, and the pleasure ran through her limbs like an electric current. Qingying's mind went blank, and she reached the climax again with a trembling body.

"Puff", the girl's twitching flower core gushed out a large stream of thick juice, which poured onto Meng Zhao's angry glans that was spurting thick semen.

"Hmm..." Meng Zhao closed his eyes, enjoying the afterglow of the climax, and when he was splashed with love juice, a sexy low moan escaped from his tightly pursed thin lips. He

couldn't help but thrust his waist in, and the swollen glans poked the soft hole deep in the girl's flower path and squeezed into the tight little mouth inside.

"Well..." Qingying frowned, she couldn't help but lie on Meng Zhao's chest, opened her mouth and bit his shoulder, begging for mercy in a low voice: "Master, please don't go in, I really can't stand it."

Qingying experienced two orgasms in a short period of time, her body really couldn't stand it, even the words she said were trembling.

Meng Zhao hugged her tightly, leaned over to kiss her sweaty cheek, rubbed her ears, and said hoarsely: "Be good, I won't go in, just stay inside for a while."

His penis buried deep in her body was still shaking gently, slowly spraying the remaining semen, enjoying the pleasure brought by the contraction and squirming of soft flesh.

Qingying was extremely tired, she had no strength to push Meng Zhao away, so she could only let him go.

After a half-minute, the two calmed down.

Qingying raised her body and climbed off Meng Zhao.

The moment the penis was pulled out, there was a "pop" sound, and the girl's swollen vagina was stretched into a small round hole, which was slowly closing.

Then, with a "bang", a sticky white liquid gushed out from the small hole and splashed on the messy pubic hair on Meng Zhao's lower abdomen. The white liquid splashed and flowed everywhere, looking extremely obscene.

Meng Zhao ejaculated a lot, and the white liquid was mixed with her flowing vaginal fluid, which looked like a large pool.

Qingying was too embarrassed to watch. She dragged her limp body down to the ground and found a clean cloth to wipe Meng Zhao's obscene and messy lower body.

During the intercourse, because she leaked too much vaginal fluid, the bedding under her was soaked, with ambiguous wet marks on it, and it felt sticky.

This sheet can't be used anymore.

After Qingying dressed Meng Zhao, she immediately changed the sheet.

She tidied everything, opened the window, and ventilated the room, hoping to blow away the obscene and ambiguous atmosphere in the room as soon as possible.

Not long after, Meng Wu led several maids to bring meals.

Qingying was afraid that they would smell something special if they stayed in the room for too long, so she let them leave after they set the meals.

Meng Wu was waiting on the side. He grinned at Meng Zhao with an admiring look, "Young Master, do you think this morning's meal is to your liking? I have specially instructed the chef to prepare it according to your taste."

Meng Zhao knew that Qingying would feel uncomfortable with the presence of outsiders. He glanced at Meng Wu and said in a low voice, "You go down too."

"Ah? Young Master, this..." Meng Wu looked confused. This was not what he expected.

Did he not cook well enough?

Why did the young master not look very happy?

"Go down." Meng Zhao said again.

"Yes." Meng Wu did not dare to disobey the order. He pursed his lips aggrievedly and then left obediently.

After Meng Wu left, Meng Zhao said to Qingying who was standing behind him: "Sit down and have your meal. You don't have to serve me."

"Young Master, this..." Qingying didn't dare to overstep the line, and she was about to refuse.

Meng Zhao said again: "Don't your legs get sore from standing all the time? If you have such good physical strength, do you mind doing it again after the meal?"

Qingying had just done that, and her body was of course sore and tired.

She blushed and refused: "Young Master, please don't do it. I have no strength left and can't do it again."

"Then sit down." Meng Zhao pointed to the seat next to him.

Qingying hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't resist the soreness in her legs, and walked over slowly.

Meng Zhao was too demanding this morning, and she hasn't recovered yet. Even if she doesn't have to eat, it would be nice to sit for a while.

Meng Zhao picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of the dish, and began to chew slowly.

After eating for a while, he found that Qingying beside him had her head down and did not move her chopsticks.

He glanced at the dishes on the table, his eyes fell on the plate of bright-colored steamed shark fins in the middle, picked up one and put it in Qingying's bowl, and whispered: "Eat it, the food will not taste good if it gets cold." "

Young Master..." Qingying raised her eyes and looked at Meng Zhao, with a hint of surprise in her almond eyes, he actually knew that I liked to eat shark fins.

There were so many dishes, why did Meng Zhao only pick up shark fins?

Because at the meal yesterday, when Qingying served him the dishes, her eyes stayed on this dish the longest.

He knew she liked this dish.

But the cold shark fin has a fishy smell. Yesterday, after Qingying served Meng Zhao, they had dinner. The food was cold and tasted dull. She had no appetite, so she ate a little and left.

Meng Zhao urged the stunned Qingying again, "Eat. I'll give you an exception today. You don't have to follow the rules when eating."

"Shoot more, young master."

After exercising this morning, Qingying was tired and hungry. She was no longer reserved. She picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Although she was a peasant girl from a small family, her behavior was not vulgar. She looked quite quiet and elegant when eating.

With her outstanding appearance, she could be called a feast for the eyes.

Author: Please give me a pearl. It's too hard. This pearl is too hard to ask for. Children, please give me one (╥_╥)