"Hmph..." The narrow cervix tightly clamped around the swollen, engorged penis, making Meng Zhao feel both pain and pleasure. He panted heavily and ejected all the semen stored in his body, filling Qingying's uterus.

The two sweaty bodies pressed together, tightly connected at the junction, you in me, me in you, blending into each other, intimate and inseparable.

Meng Zhao hugged Qingying, who had softened like a pool of water, tightly. Even after ejaculating, he was reluctant to withdraw from her body. He still buried his half-soft penis deep inside her body, enjoying the afterglow of the climax.

After a while, the lust subsided, and Meng Zhao's physical strength gradually recovered.

He raised his body and withdrew from Qingying's body, the moment the glans was pulled out.

Between the girl's wide-open legs, a small bright red hole was revealed, oozing out lustful white liquid.

Qingying opened her mouth slightly, panting weakly, and even raising her hands was a strenuous effort.

She couldn't understand it. Meng Zhao's legs were obviously fine, so she only needed to lie down and didn't have to exert any effort at all.

Why was it more tiring than the previous times of making love?

Her body seemed to be exhausted, soft and limp, without any strength at all.

When she lifted her legs, the red part at the base of her thighs was trembling slightly.

Meng Zhao stretched out his long arms and picked up the sore and limp Qingying, walked behind the screen, and washed her body.

Aoying collapsed in the man's arms, staring blankly at Meng Zhao who was wiping her body.

This was the first time that someone served her like this.

In the past, she was the one who served Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao wiped Qingying's body gently, and then carried her back to the bed.

Her lower body was refreshed, no longer as sticky as before, and Aoying felt much more comfortable.

Meng Zhao did not let Qingying put on underwear, and he himself did not wear any. After lying back on the bed, he directly hugged the naked Qingying into his arms and hugged her tightly.

The two naked bodies were pressed against each other, and the man's half-soft penis poked Aoying's buttocks, which made her feel embarrassed.

Qingying pushed the man's chest, blushing and whispering, "Young Master, why don't you let me put on clothes?"

Meng Zhao turned Qingying around to face her. He lowered his head and touched her small nose, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your body is delicate and soft, and it's comfortable to hug you. It's not so comfortable with clothes on."

The two naked bodies were pressed against each other, which made Qingying very uncomfortable. She declined, "I always feel uncomfortable without clothes. Young Master, why don't you let me..."

Before Qingying finished speaking, Meng Zhao lifted his legs and clamped her calves between his legs. He wrapped his long arms around her slender waist, imprisoned her in his arms, and did not let her break free.

He pecked Aoying's forehead and said softly, "Just sleep like this, good dreams."

The man closed his eyes immediately after he finished speaking. Aoying looked at his tightly closed eyes, not daring to disturb him. She had to take back the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

It was winter now, and Aoying didn't feel cold even without clothes.

The man hugged her too tightly, and their bodies were pressed tightly together. The heat from his body was continuously transmitted to her, and Aoying just felt warm all over.

Because she was not used to sleeping naked with a man like this, Aoying's body was a little stiff at first.

After she fell asleep, her whole body relaxed, and she even leaned into the man's arms, rubbing his chest affectionately. She slept very soundly in the second half of the night.

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The next day, the morning light was dim and the birds were chirping.

Qingying was half asleep, and she felt a hot and thick meat stick poking her buttocks, pushing it from time to time.

The thick glans pushed open the two clam meats and slid up and down in the narrow flesh slit, as if it was about to break in.

Qingying was not awake yet, and she was a little unhappy that her sweet dream was disturbed.

"Go away." She reached her hand behind her and swung it violently, trying to slap away the annoying meat stick.

Meng Zhao held her little hand to prevent her from hurting her vitals.

The next moment, he thrust his waist, pushed open the two clam meats, and with a "puff", he directly sent the entire thick and long penis in.

"Ah..." The tight honey hole was suddenly filled with a hot and thick meat stick. Qingying frowned and slowly opened her sleepy eyes.