Inferior pampering

Chapter 72

　Without a support, He Zhuo didn't dare to use force, no matter how hard he kissed, he couldn't enjoy it.

　　It's all right now, there is a wall behind, and him in front, he can't get down, he can't run away, he is simply allowed to do whatever he wants.

　　"Don't be so fierce..." Ji Tingyu covered half of his face, his body was shaking unbearably, he had a premonition that tonight would be good enough, and begged for forgiveness in advance.

　　"It's my first time, don't make me think about it in the future..."

　　"That's impossible, you know how much fun I can make you."

　　Ji Tingyu's face turned red, this is the truth.

　　All the intimacy he has had with He Zhuo so far has not made him feel uncomfortable.

　　"I won't hurt you, let alone scare you." He Zhuo pressed his forehead, begging, "Don't grind me, baby, I've waited too long..."

　　Ji Tingyu's heart shrank into a lump of mud, and he hugged him tightly.

　　He Zhuo knew that this was the default meaning, kissed him from the neck to the tip of the ear, rubbed it lightly twice, and said, "Put it out."

　　"Well......"

　　The cat opened its lips obediently, and he barged in even more brutally, brushing the teeth and upper jaw inch by inch, his mouth seemed to be violated by violence, and there was no other use for it except to bear it obediently and make unconscious hums.

　　In just two minutes, he seemed to have swum a 20-kilometer swim.

　　The soul will be sucked away together.

　　Her whole body was weak, her heart was hot, her mouth was swollen and almost numb, so she could only turn her head to let him kiss her ears and cheeks, but found a mirror standing next to the two of them, and the angle was just right for He Zhuo's hand.

　　That hand was so big that one hand could pinch half of him, and Ji Tingyu was too embarrassed to watch the picture of his two hands sinking deeply.

　　It's too fierce... as if you want to crush him...

　　The more he looked at it, the more distracted he became, his eyes gradually lost focus, and when he was pinched back with his chin pinched, that pretty face was already flushed in a mess.

　　"I've become a little fool." He Zhuo kissed him fondly.

　　No longer kissing so fiercely, just touching the mouth and forehead tenderly, and asking softly: "Is it really for me?"

　　Although Ji Tingyu had already vaguely agreed, He Zhuo still wanted to confirm it again.

　　He was really scared, and he didn't want to be like the wedding night in his previous life, when he was self-righteously courting with his blood in his arms, and then was poured over his head with a basin of cold water. The shadow of that night is still tormenting him to this day.

　　Ji Tingyu's eyes were blurred and his mind was confused. It took him a while to react, and suddenly wanted to do something evil: "If I say no, what will you do?"

　　He Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

　　"I will continue to wait."

　　Ji Tingyu: "Then what if I don't give it to you forever? What if I want you to be a monk with abstinence?"

　　He Zhuo suddenly stopped talking, lowered his eyes, and stared at him expressionlessly.