Meng Zhao lifted Aoying's small chin with his long fingers, and before she could react, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her rosy lips.

"Well... Young Master..." Aoying's beautiful eyes widened, and she stared blankly at the handsome face of the man so close to her.

Meng Zhao held her soft lips and kissed them, licking them in circles. Their lips and tongues intertwined, their saliva blended together, and the ambiguous sound of saliva echoed in the silent room.

"Well... well..." Aoying moaned with a red face, and her clear almond eyes were filled with misty water vapor, giving her a blurred and seductive look.

Meng Zhao let Aoying's lips go only after he sucked them until they were a little red and swollen.

His slender white fingers gently stroked the girl's wet lips, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Qingying, have you missed me these days?"

Qingying's mind was a little dazed by the kiss. She couldn't react to the meaning of Meng Zhao's words for a while, and answered truthfully:

"I stay with the eldest master every day. We see each other every day and have never been separated for a day. Why should I miss him?"

Meng Zhao lifted the hem of his clothes and thrust his waist forward suddenly. The thick and hard penis under his crotch immediately poked the depression between Qingying's legs.

He continued to thrust his hips, rubbing Aoying's lower body in a lustful manner, and asked, "Don't you miss me here either? We haven't had sex in a long time. When I hold your soft body in the daytime, the thick thing under my crotch is getting excited. I can't wait to go back to the room and press you under me, and fuck you so that you lie under me and moan non-stop."

The man's words were so explicit that Aoying's little face flushed.

She turned her face away, too embarrassed to look at Meng Zhao, bit her lip and said in angrily: "Young Master, you... why do you only think about these indecent things in your mind? It's so embarrassing."

Looking at the shy and helpless look of the girl, Meng Zhao pursed his lips and smiled softly. He straightened her little face, pecked the corner of her lips, and sighed: "Qingying, you are born with a kind of magic that can make me lose my mind, tear off the serious appearance of a noble gentleman in my daily life, and release the beast deep in my heart. In front of you, all my reserve and disguise are shattered, and I don't want to adhere to the hypocritical theories of gentlemen. I just want to do happy things with you without restraint."

Meng Zhao lifted Qingying's chin and continued to kiss her. His big hand reached under her neck and untied the laces of her underpants.

After stripping off her clothes, Qingying's fair body was slowly exposed. The man's passionate kisses went down along her slender snow-white neck, kissed her sexy collarbone, and stopped at the two proud red fruits on her chest.

Meng Zhao held one of her petite breasts in his big hand and kneaded it, and held a red fruit in his mouth and nibbled and licked it gently.

He didn't stop playing with the girl's two breasts. His other hand went down and reached between Qingying's legs, fiddling with the protruding little meat core hidden in the flesh.

The man used both hands at the same time, and Qingying's sensitive body soon couldn't stand the teasing and trembled slightly.

"Well... Young Master..." She raised her head and looked at the man on her body with a dazed look, moaning coquettishly.

Meng Zhao spread open the two plump clams between the girl's legs, inserted his slender fingers into the small hole, thrust back and forth twice, and his fingers touched a wet and sticky liquid.

The foreplay was enough, Meng Zhao stood up, quickly took off his underwear, and threw it away.

He lifted Qingying's slender white legs, folded them up and pressed them against her chest, and raised her buttocks with his big hands to expose her delicate private parts more thoroughly.

As soon as he lowered his head, he could see, he could see the bright red small hole between the two clams that kept twitching and dripping with water.

Meng Zhao knelt between Qingying's legs, he lowered his body, held the thick and hard penis under his crotch and rubbed it against the wet hole, then exerted force with his waist, and sank down suddenly.

With a "puff", the huge glans broke through the two plump clam meat and inserted into it.

"Mmm..." As soon as the egg-sized glans was inserted, the tight hole was stretched tight. Qingying frowned slightly and couldn't help but moan.

Meng Zhao held her slender waist and continued to push in. The thick penis stretched the tight cavity meat and pushed in slowly and little by little until the whole penis was inserted. He stopped.