"Little thing, are you ready?" He said vaguely.
Asked without shame or impatience, how does Huan Qingyan answer? Her body was softened into mud, and her small hands clasped his strong shoulders, whispering, "... you... go... go away!"
Jimo Ya let out a low laugh, full of boundless joy and fiery emotions.
The next moment, Huan Qingyan felt her legs being opened vigorously, Jimo Ya had already aggressively entered her without waiting for her to struggle again, at the same time, a tearing pain hit her whole body!
The pain made her sober up a lot, the love and the previous drunkenness faded away, and there was only pain left in the lower part of her body...
Tears were streaming down my face, she didn't come anymore.
"Woooo..."
The previous few times it was just a joke, half-accepted, this time I really didn't want to come, I grabbed Jimo Ya's neck with both hands, trying to push him away and beat him.
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Huan Qingyan whimpered in pain, as if her whole body was about to be torn apart, she refused, and cried, "Gong Ziya, your words don't count, ah, I'm going to die, I don't want it, ah, you're a villain... "
I don't want to cooperate anymore.
He grabbed her hands that kept beating him, and pressed them high on top of her head, and pressed them tightly below her head, preventing her from moving, and resisting with her cries... He began to move with difficulty.
After moving for a while, the sensory pleasure was so extreme that it was beyond description, only to realize that the person under him was crying so hard that he was about to lose his breath, so pitiful, his heart softened.
Gritting her teeth, she bit her palm and stuffed it into her mouth.