Feng Qingyu's entire body was pressed down from above. Sha Beier was knocked dizzy and could only hear the man's low roar in her ears.

His eyes were black from exhaustion, and he lay on the bed panting in a half-dead state. His legs were no longer strong enough to hang on his waist, and his calves were squeezed hard by his big hands.

His passion was too much and was pressed into the deepest part of her body. During the constant contraction, the swollen Shabell felt uncomfortable. Especially with this condescending posture, it swelled to the deepest part. The consciousness was actually very tired, but she wanted to

She fell asleep but couldn't fall asleep. He was completely pressed against her, and the heavy feeling made Shabelle clearly feel his presence.

Passion fades, desire gradually dissipates, dreams fade away, and reality comes.

Shabelle did not open her eyes, but her brain was getting clearer and clearer. With her eyes closed, she could feel him more clearly in her body, and the passion he had stored for so long was filled with her body. He

I didn’t like to wear t in the past, I liked direct contact.[

Her mind was said to be chaotic, but yet she was so clear-headed. She was said to be sleeping, but every detail was in her mind. It was so clear, how he was in her body, and how she couldn't help but fall into it.

Her body was satisfied, but her heart was as empty as falling into a pit.

Lying there, it really looks like a dead fish.

There is a feeling called despair.

Despair for the future.

Everything happened, and she couldn't even find an excuse. The physical collapse was compared to the intimate rejection with Yan. In this comparison, she couldn't even find a reason to escape.

This feeling of force made Shabelle want to retract herself into a shell and never wake up or open her eyes again.

He can't give her what she wants. Is she really going to live like this for the rest of her life? Wandering between love and not loving, and having to restrain herself from falling in love or being unable to fall in love every day. Living such a life is really too hard. A life like that.

A man who can never give her his heart and take her into his heart.

Why bother?

Feng Qingyu is still in Sha Bei'er's body, and it is impossible to satisfy him even once.

His still deep and dark eyes looked at Shabelle lying underneath him.

Her expression was ashen. Compared to the passionate investment just now, Shabelle at this moment seemed to have been suddenly taken away from the hope and hope in life.

This expression, shown after just doing it, was really another heavy blow to Feng Qingyu.

This expression is so unpleasant.

A woman is really a complicated animal. She was clearly enjoying herself just now, but now that she has finished enjoying it, she looks reluctant again. Even though he was the one who seduced her at the beginning, she soon fell into it and was happily with him.

Enjoy it just as much, right?

Her body can't deceive anyone, how she pinches herself, and how her passion keeps reaching its highest point. Now, what does this look mean?

The color of his eyes is getting darker and darker, Feng Qingyu still likes to see Sha Bei'er intoxicated under him.

Shabei'er was originally trapped in her own thoughts. She didn't open Feng Qingyu for a while, and it should be said that she didn't have the strength to open him. She just fell into an atmosphere of self-loathing and couldn't extricate herself.

Until, she felt that Feng Qingyu was still somewhere in her body and began to slowly change. That clear feeling made Sha Bei'er's closed eyes open wide.[

"No...um..."

As soon as the word "no" came out, Feng Qingyu just moved out a little, but did not leave completely. With one hand, he clasped the thigh hanging on both sides, and with the other hand, he clasped one leg and raised it. When he passed the leg around

, Feng Qingyu pressed down on Sha Bei'er's quilt. He only left this place and pressed to the innermost place again.

Shabelle's body was still in a sensitive state. Feng Qingyu opened it again and made a circle along the inside. She was pressed from behind, and a pair of big hands followed the waist and pulled back from the inner circle.

At the same time, Feng Qingyu's waist moved forward, pulled back, and moved forward. From behind, it hit the deepest point.

Full of enthusiasm is still inside, and Feng Qingyu's every movement can cause swelling and pain. It is obviously very uncomfortable, but this kind of discomfort is another manifestation of comfort.

His body would always become very hot when he was in love, so when he was pulled up by his waist, his back was pressed against Feng Qingyu's chest. His knees were also bent directly by his big hands, and they were

A most humble gesture.

Kneeling on the bed, Feng Qingyu clasped her waist with one hand on her softness. His big hands started to act wildly on the softness that had been ravaged and left many bruises.

"Feng Qingyu...that's enough...I don't want it anymore...get out...ah..."

Shabelle collapsed. For the first time, before she could recover, he actually came again. She knelt there in such a humiliating way and tried to move, but only provoked him to attack harder...

"You want it."

The result of her resistance was that he would hit her deeper. He knew her body better than she did. He knew whether she wanted it or not.

Even if he says no, his body will still want it. Just like he is in her body now and can clearly feel every reaction of her body.

Shabelle bumped her knees forward, but was hugged back by his big hands.

"So bloated...get out first..."

Shabelle was filled to the brim, and now she was pushed in by him again and again. Only a little of it slid down her snow-white thighs as the two people encouraged her. Most of it was inside her body, so swollen.

It seems to be stretched to the uterus...

Shabelle's body struggled violently, the feeling was too strong...

He did it on purpose...

She simply can't stand it...

"Go out...go out first..."

Sha Bei'er was almost driven crazy by this feeling. She twisted her waist and frantically wanted him to get out first. But Feng Qingyu didn't seem to hear it. He only left a little bit each time, and then bumped into the innermost part again.

It almost felt like Shabelle would collapse in his arms again.

If the upper mouth is dishonest, the same goes for taming the other mouth. If the other mouth is honest, no matter how dishonest the upper mouth is, it will gradually become honest.

He clearly didn't say a word, but his body movements directly showed what he meant...[

Shabelle couldn't turn around, and she couldn't bear this extreme pain and joy. Amid the swelling pain, there were bursts of numbness, grinding her soul. Her eyes were wet, and her voice was hoarse. Shabelle became hoarse.

What you can't bear can't be shrunk or avoided.

"Feng Qingyu...please...get out first..."

There is no way, it is too uncomfortable to do this, or it should be said that it challenges the limit of physical pleasure. In this extreme pain, it seems to be facing a field that has never been touched before...

"No……"

The thin lips raised, and when they were close to her ear, one word made Sha Bei'er angrily want to slap Feng Qingyu away. He deliberately told him with actions that if he wanted him to step away first, then

Ask him. He wants to see her compromise. She finally overcomes her own psychology and compromises.

He rejected himself so unceremoniously...

He is an out-and-out bastard, a beast that everyone can kill.

"You'll like it."

I would like this different kind of happiness...

As soon as Feng Qingyu's voice fell, his movements became more rapid and neat...

When another wave of heat rushed through, Shabell felt that her body was trembling even more, and her whole body started to tremble. This kind of happiness was too strong. Her mind went blank, with only two people left.

Wherever they stick together, the ultimate feeling spreads throughout all four limbs.

The feeling was even more swollen than before, and the passion was still inside, pressing there motionlessly. If he didn't let his passion come out, he would give it to her. Shabelle was soft there, if it weren't for Feng Qingyu's big hand.

On her waist, she must have slid down on the bed.

She felt as if she had died all over again, lying there. The overwhelming joy that was like hell just now was so overwhelming that her soul was leaving her body.

She thought it was over, but...

Sabelle, who was panting with her eyes closed, felt that this time it was faster than before.

It seems that just after it ended, why did he start to change again...

With her head hanging there, Shabell let out a protesting whimper in her throat. Her throat had just become mute in protest, and her body was so tired that she couldn't even say a word. The man behind her seemed to be still full of energy, and he still didn't leave.

Her body kept all the passion it had stored in her body.

Pressing against her tightly, letting the passion stay in her body.

He picked up Shabelle with strong arms and made a circle in his arms. Somewhere between the two people, they also made a circle. Shabelle contracted spontaneously and freely, and the wind held her tightly.

Yu felt excited again.

Shabelle clearly felt that something in her body was developing more positively.

She was held in his arms, and her body was supported by his arms. Just like this, she watched Feng Qingyu's strong upper body swaying in front of her dazed eyes, and then he moved again...

Still holding her, just like visiting the room, take a step and bump into her.

Walking in the room, Shabelle was even more stunned when she bumped into her.

The third time I didn’t even have the strength to shout a second time, and I even had less strength to protest...

Feng Qingyu was excited. When he walked to the soft couch last night, Feng Qingyu squinted his eyes with pleasure and saw Sha Bei'er's clothes that were torn off last night. The part exposed in the pocket was flashing and vibrating.

…

cell phone……

His eyesight was excellent. Even though Feng Qingyu was a few steps away and the phone screen was only slightly exposed, he could still see the words marked on it.
To be continued...