Meng Zhao had been holding back for three months, and the semen he ejaculated was thick and thick, so much that he could get half a bowl of it.

Qingying felt that her belly was made bigger by the thick semen that the man had ejaculated. She twisted her hips uncomfortably, pushing the half-soft penis buried deep in her vagina, and said in a coquettish voice:

"Get out quickly, I'm feeling blocked, and the baby is not feeling well either."

Perhaps the baby heard what his mother said, but the baby in her belly actually moved twice and kicked Qingying's belly in response.

Meng Zhao's penis was still inserted in Qingying's body, so he naturally felt the baby's movement.

He looked at Qingying in surprise and said excitedly: "It's moving, the baby is moving."

Meng Zhao was a father for the first time, and he was extremely excited.

A few days ago, he thought that the child in Qingying's belly was Lin Heng's, and he was sad for a long time.

Suddenly, when he found out that the child was his, all the bitterness in his heart disappeared, leaving only joy.

He even thought about it and immediately named the child, just hoping that he would come out early and call him daddy.

Qingying rolled her eyes at the man who was grinning, and said unhappily: "The child has abandoned you, and you still don't go out. You are so indulgent tonight. If something happens to the child in the future, I will definitely hold you responsible."

When Qingying got angry, Meng Zhao immediately became nervous. He came to his senses and felt that it was not good to block the child like this, so he quickly retreated.

With a "pop" sound, the huge glans of the penis escaped from Qingying's swollen and red vagina, and thick white liquid gushed out, soaking the bedding underneath.

Meng Zhao stared darkly at the small opening between Qingying's legs that was contracting and spitting out semen, his Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help swallowing.

She was so alluring, he was addicted to her body, if possible, he really wanted to stay buried in her body forever, never pull it out, and be united with her forever.

Shaking off the ridiculous thoughts in his mind, Meng Zhao took a cloth and wiped the white liquid off Qingying's lower body.

Aoying had been in a passionate lovemaking with Meng Zhao in her arms, and her body was very tired. As soon as Meng Zhao let her go, she leaned back and fell asleep.

Meng Zhao lay down on his side, took Aoying into his arms, and hugged her from behind.

He raised his head slightly and placed a kiss on her fragrant black hair, then stretched out his hand and gently stroked her bulging belly.

The expression on the man's face was gentle and satisfied, as if he owned the whole world.

He hugged the girl tightly, as if he had a treasure, and fell asleep.

*

The next day, bright sunlight poured in through the gaps in the window, illuminating the dim room.

Aoying's eyelashes fluttered, and then she woke up slowly.

The space behind her was empty. The man got up and left without her knowing when.

Qingying reached out and touched the place where Meng Zhao had lain. It was already cold. He

must have gotten up a long time ago.

After that night, Meng Zhao seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth and disappeared for several days.

When Meng Zhao appeared, Qingying said she disliked him, but if he didn't come for a long time, she would miss him.

After this night of lovemaking, the man disappeared after eating and drinking enough. Qingying couldn't help but think too much -

the man coaxed her like that just to have sex with her.

After he had relieved his lust, he didn't care about her anymore and coaxed her too late.

The more Qingying thought about it, the more she felt that this was possible. How could the eldest son of the Meng family, who had always been so high and mighty, condescend to coax her so humbly.

It was all a trick he had put up just to trick her and make her obediently get fucked on the bed.

Qingying was furious. She grabbed a handful of sour plums from the plate on the table and threw them into the bushes outside the window, angrily scolding, "You've eaten and drunk enough and you've disappeared without a trace, you stinky man. If you show up again next time, I won't even let you in."