QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Danmei Painter x Male Frequency Editor-in-chief (13) [H]

He suddenly started to twitch, the meat stick rubbed against the luscious flesh in the flower hole, the flower fluid continuously poured out to lubricate the intersection of the two people, and the huge penis came in and out faster and faster.

The thumping sound mixed with the whirring liquid collision sound filled the ears of the two people with his movements. Song Tingyu couldn't tell whether it was Zhou Jinyuan's body fluid or his own sweat, and she was wet and feeble.

"Ah...Don't...too fast..." His speed was getting faster and faster, and Song Tingyu gradually couldn't bear it.

The tender white breasts trembled up and down with his movements, and the nipple tip stood stiffly on his head, especially pitiful.

"Um... don't... slow down..." The meat stick in the flower hole reached the deepest point, hitting the sensitive spots inside again and again.

Song Tingyu was so painful and comfortable by Zhou Jinyuan that she couldn't hide her broken moan, so she called out.

Song Tingyu almost fainted due to the twitching of the gust of wind and rain, and the soreness and tingling pleasure turned into a whimper.

Large strands of flower fluid continued to spray out, Song Tingyu only felt a flower in front of her eyes, her body couldn't restrain the spasm, the acupuncture points unconsciously squirmed and tightened, and the accumulated pleasure burst out, and the whole person fell into a state of dizziness.

In just over ten minutes, Zhou Jinyuan made her orgasm. There was no chance of resistance at all, and the loss was a complete mess.

She had an orgasm, but Zhou Jinyuan hadn't, and the flower hole seemed to cut him tightly, and he still resisted the urge.

Seeing her lying weakly on the side, he leaned over and kissed her on the face: "Do you like it?"

Song Tingyu was too weak to answer, her temples were moist, and her hands weakly pushed him away.

"No more, Zhou Jinyuan." She panted lightly, her cheeks stained with blushing powder.

This kind of dying pleasure is too violent, she can't bear this kind of joy in the short term.

Zhou Jinyuan felt that the tender meat in her lower abdomen was loose, and she started to move slowly, speaking slowly, "I want to listen to you like it."

She is not his opponent at all.

The means of flirting are no better than him.

Song Tingyu covered her face, turned her face to the side, and said dullly, "I like..."

After she finished, Zhou Jinyuan laughed in a low voice. The little man under him was too painful, and gently moved the hard object, so as not to make the pleasure too violent.

Song Tingyu's gentle success made Song Tingyu calm down, and she was quite comfortable without that sense of coercion.

This kind of fine grinding pleasure made Zhou Jinyuan a little dissatisfied, but hearing Song Tingyu's squeaky sounds, it became a hobby again.

Recently, he really doesn't look like his usual self.

For a woman, leaving work, just for the spring night. Even if you don't know much about her, you have some other thoughts.

He has always distinguished body and reason clearly, but this time he was a little inseparable.

There is a possessiveness at work, wanting to make her groan under him alone.

Being bullied by him and crying, looking at her poor child sobbing softly.

Like a pervert, Zhou Jinyuan squinted at Song Tingyu, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was a little ill-intentioned.

He held Song Tingyu with his long hands and let her sit on top of him: "How much do you like it?"

Song Tingyu had realized that she could not please Zhou Jinyuan, so she obediently followed him and said, "I like it the most."

She didn't know that her appearance would only increase the desire of men.

The pony that was originally unruly and rebellious seems to have been tamed as soft and well-behaved, and the unique amorousness around the eyes is unwilling, and the contradiction is completely unbearable.

Zhou Jinyuan leaned forward, holding her lips easily, and sucking pityingly.

"Be my girlfriend."

Song Tingyu was startled and raised her head in surprise. He has a serious look. Although his expression hasn't changed much, his tone and gaze let her know that it is not a joke.

Are men really animals that think with their lower body? Song Tingyu has always felt that this issue is a false proposition. Men's lust is true, but not all men will throw out such a relationship because of just going to bed a few times.

To put it simply, she just felt that things went too smoothly, and she almost doubted the authenticity if it went smoothly.

Is Zhou Jinyuan really in love with her once in bed?

Song Tingyu didn't know what he was after her, but this was a good thing everyone liked, and she was one step closer to the task.

Raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Okay."

Zhou Jinyuan is not surprised that she will agree, this is his self-confidence.

In a good mood, he also had enough patience for this unhappy sex. It's rare to take care of all Song Tingyu's emotions in a tender and caring manner.

All the requirements of Song Tingyu were met in all directions, and she couldn't even move comfortably in the end.

It is simply Lafayette, Zhou Jinyuan is her little Zhouzi.