Meng Zhao closed his eyes, a trace of humiliation flashed through his heart.

He came.

He actually came so easily into the body of this woman who forced him.

The two genitals were still tightly combined together. Qingying lay on Meng Zhao, her whole body sore and soft, her lips slightly open, her breath as sweet as orchid.

She was a little tired and wanted to rest for a while.

Meng Zhao had no sympathy for women. He glanced at Qingying's rosy cheeks and said indifferently: "Get down, don't lie on me."

After all, he is a cripple, Qingying thought, she should get up, so as not to crush the eldest master's noble and weak body.

She raised her upper body, slowly raised her round and perky buttocks, and was about to spit out the man's half-soft penis.

The next moment, the sore and soft honey hole was suddenly filled up by the man's thick and hard meat pole.

"Hmm..." A feeling of fullness surged up from her lower body, making the narrow flower path sore and swollen. Qingying frowned and moaned.

So hard!

The originally half-soft meat stem now stood up hard, poking directly into the tender flower core deep inside. The hot air sprayed from the urethra made Qingying shiver.

She lowered her eyes and looked down, and saw Meng Zhao's face flushed, with hot sweat on his forehead, and his beautiful thin lips pursed into a straight line, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

The veins on both sides of his temples bulged, his flat and broad chest rose and fell violently, and the breath from his nose was thick and heavy, hot and urgent.

Qingying reached out and touched his forehead, which was hotter than before.

It seemed that the aphrodisiac had not yet worn off.

She had wanted to raise her hips, but she had to sit down and slowly swallowed the thick, long and big penis into her honey hole again.

The woman's narrow vagina tightly wrapped around the penis that was inserted into her. The veins on Meng Zhao's forehead became more prominent. He blinked his sweat-soaked eyelashes and said hoarsely, "Get off."

Qingying shook her head and replied coquettishly, "Young Master, the effect of the drug has not worn off yet. Let's do it again, otherwise you will be hurt." After

she finished speaking, she leaned on the man, raised her hips, and sat down again, stroking the man's swollen and engorged penis again and again.

The effect of the drug?

Meng Zhao tilted his head and glanced at the empty wine glass on the table, and suddenly understood something.

There was indeed something wrong with that glass of wine.

He thought that his body was hot because he was forced by his mother to drink a few glasses of deer penis wine to add to his excitement.

Unexpectedly, the root cause was the cup of medicinal wine brought by Qingying.

"You put drugs in the wine." Meng Zhao, who was deeply in lust, stared at the woman's ups and downs with red eyes, gritting his teeth. The

man's penis was really too thick, and the whole thing was inserted, making it uncomfortable.

Qingying endured the fullness in her body and frowned and replied: "I offended you, I hope you will forgive me, young master."

Meng Zhao's handsome face sank, and his thin lips curled up, revealing a bit of contempt.

This cunning woman seemed to have planned it long ago, and I don't know what she was thinking about marrying into the Meng family.

Qingying didn't know what Meng Zhao was thinking. She was still working hard to stroke the man's penis. Her round buttocks lifted up and down, and she sat down again and again, tightly wrapping the thick penis, sucking and biting, trying to remove the aphrodisiac for him as soon as possible.

She secretly gave him this aphrodisiac, and Madam Meng didn't know.

If Meng Zhao's body was damaged, Madam Meng would be furious and take back the gift money and not save my father, and everything would be in vain.

Qingying was actually gambling. She was gambling that Meng Zhao would never tell anyone about the concubine.

He would definitely not tell Madam Meng that he was drugged by a woman and forced to have sex with her all night.

This is a matter of face, unless he wants to lose face and become a laughing stock in the whole Anyang City.

Author: I wish you all a happy new year and all the best❤️.

Finally, please give me one.