Chapter 7
During exercise, her breathing has never been so rapid and uncontrollable as it is now. The expression on Zhou Ye's face is so restrained that she starts to feel anxious, thinking that he is about to explode.
But the remaining rationality didn't want him to do this, as soon as he penetrated her body, he would definitely ɛʝǟƈʊʟǟȶɛ soon.
After making love, she would blush and silently put on her clothes.
Her body and her heart were no longer open to him, and they began to cultivate each other's gentleness and politeness when they were together, and they returned to the way they had shut him out before.
At that time, she was not like she is now. From the inside to the outside, her whole body and mind belonged to him.
Zhou Ye lowered his head; while the strong sexual desire in him was contaminating her, it also became a double-edged dagger, stabbing himself.
"If only you could do this every day." She could open her body anytime and anywhere, accepting his declaration of sovereignty and possessiveness over her body.
His brows and eyes were drooping slightly, his expression was a little disappointed, the restraint and aggression on his body were subtly blended together, and in an instant, the boy's clean and clean-sided face looked a lot more mature.
Xia Yao could only hear the vague meaning in his words, and she didn't have time to think about it at all. Now her whole body was stimulated by the sexual pleasure and kept shaking; her toes were all on the bed, and she curled up numbly.
Zhou Ye was so mean to her, he kept using that big thing between his legs, rubbing them back and forth.
She always felt as if something was missing. All her knowledge of sex came from the most obvious and restrained descriptions in biology textbooks.
Xia Yao probably knew that in order for her boyfriend to have sex with her, he would have to get inside her vagina. What she didn't know was that she would have to have so much friction with him on the outside before he would come in, and that he would always be unwilling to do so.
After much deliberation, she couldn't figure out why she had to pose like this.
She lay on the bed with her legs together, and she raised her flower hole to face him, but she had to open the two labia minora with her fingers.
She felt more and more ashamed.
"Zhou Ye, can I not do this..."
Her fingers were placed on the side of the small hole, but because they were too wet, they kept shifting, and they had to be pressed and separated again and again to maintain complete exposure to him.
"Break it apart so I can see clearly." Zhou Ye said nonsense to her solemnly, rubbing his meat stick on her flower hole.
His current behavior is not a man's need for reproduction; it's just his pure erotic need for her.
She is too pure to know anything.
Xia Yao pursed her lips; her big, misty eyes stared at the ceiling in a daze. She didn't know how it had become like this.
The class monitor's usual image is too positive, so Xia Yao has no reason to suspect that what he is doing now is wrong.
She doesn't know what other people's ֆɛӼ is like; the key is that Zhou Ye doesn't seem to feel ashamed now.
Is this what everyone does when they have ֆɛӼ?
And Zhou Ye, who has a positive image in his girlfriend's heart, is doing what a beast would do on a girl's first night.
With his thumb on his meat stick, he lifted his meat stick up and down, hitting her flower hole repeatedly with his meat stick.
The juicy water on it caught his big meat stick and was lifted up, and then it was thrown back again, splashing water between her white and tender thighs.
"Papapa" made the sound of water when she slapped her small hole, which was much clearer than when she was thrusting.
Xia Yao's whole body was numb, and a sharp pleasure came from the place where her private parts were rubbed. From time to time, the two closed petals were poked open by him, and they were rubbed back and forth wetly. This unbearable pleasure almost made her breathless.
She and Zhou Ye are now rubbing each other's private parts; this knowledge alone makes her feel elated.
The small teasing was like sparks starting a prairie fire, and desire silently boiled between the two.
Xia Yao closed her legs, clamped his big meat stick, which was rubbing against the flower hole between her legs, and hugged her legs even tighter with her hands, especially wanting him to enter her body.
"...I won't be able to lift my legs anymore." She couldn't control her voice, panting like a small animal, with unbearable hot flashes in her breath.
"Put it on my shoulders." Zhou Ye's body indicators were pushing him to the limit, his Adam's apple moved, and after opening Xia Yao's legs, he pressed one knee directly next to hers.
The glistening meat stick was poking out straight at her from under the pubic hair, and at first it looked a bit scary, but it was so big that it ended up being completely integrated into her body.
He separated her thighs and pressed them to the side, no longer taking care of her shyness, and pressed his meat stick on her small hole, and the huge meat stick head began to try to squeeze into her hole.
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