Qiao Ting can feel something hard and hot against her lower body. Not only is she not afraid, but the desire in her body is more turbulent.
The itchiness in the depths of the flower hole became more widespread, and the tender flesh in the hole couldn't help squirming, as if wishing to bite his toughness in, swallowing it bit by bit, to the deepest point, to relieve her itching.
“Aha…”
She groaned softly, her long slender legs lifted up and pinched Bo Yun's long waist. As a result, Bo Yun's glans fell into her softness. She felt a little pain, but that didn't hinder her at all. Wanting him to go deeper, her slim legs clamped him tighter.
Her initiative greatly stimulated Bo Yun. Even if there were any thoughts of hesitation, it instantly disappeared, and his mind was filled with only the desire to combine with Qiao Ting.
He went in.
The big hand declaratively buckled the pink buttocks, and the hard cock bulged in, until a thin layer blocked him, and then stopped for a while.
“Woo…”
The narrow flower hole was suddenly pushed by his huge meat stick and the pain caused her tears to slide uncontrollably.
“Painful…”
“Bear it,” He kissed her dissatisfied slightly pursed pink lips, “And you will feel better later, hmm?”
“Okay…”
For Bo Yun, she can bear everything, no matter how painful it is.
Bo Yun continued to kiss her. He put one hand on the center of her leg, and rubbed her slightly swollen flower center. Qiao Ting's chest rose and fell more frequently.
“Ah...Bo Yun...Ah…”
At the moment of climax, Bo Yun struck forward, breaking through the obstacles, pushing away the dense layers, and sinking into the depths.
“Ah…” Qiao Ting screamed.
At this time, what the body senses is feeling, whether it is joy or pain, she has not figured out, or maybe it’s both.
Bo Yun propped his elbows and panted.
His cock was feeling the huge pressure of the virgin's pussy, and it wrapped him tightly. He felt so comfortable that he almost vented.
“Qiao Ting's pussy is so tight.”
“Really?”
Qiao Ting suddenly became shy when she heard Bo Yun's compliments on her sexual organ.
“If I can move, it will be more comfortable.”
“Then you... you move…” After speaking, Qiao Ting bit her pink lips embarrassingly.
“May I? Won't you hurt anymore?”
Is Bo Yun staying still because he is afraid of her pain?
She felt the joy of being loved. Even if it was still a little bit painful, she didn't seem to feel it anymore.
“I think it’s okay, it won’t hurt anymore.”
After Bo Yun kissed Qiao Ting's forehead, he slowly moved in Qiao Ting's narrow hole.
“Hmm…”
The slight pain doesn't prevent the pleasure from rising, on the contrary, it creates another strange feeling.
She groaned softly with the frequency of Bo Yun coming in and out, and her little hand grasped the clothes on his back, grasping hard, as if to pinch into the the crevices, sinking into his flesh.
She knows what they are doing.
They are making love.
Make love.
“Ah…” Her groaning gradually increased.
She is with Bo Yun.
With a small face buried in Bo Yun’s neck, her moan surrounded Bo Yun’s ears. Bo Yun felt encouraged, and the meat stick in the depths of the water path became more swollen, filling her honey hole. Full, the rate of advance is even faster.
“Ah... Bo Yun... Ah…”
I love you.
She yelled in her heart as she climaxed.
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