An unknown woman got into my bed, which made my desire reach the extreme.

In this dark bedroom, it was impossible to see clearly who it was with my eyes. I tried to use the smell to distinguish who it was, but I was full of alcohol and could no longer distinguish the smell, so I had to give up.

Judging from the figure, I can't be sure, because whether it's Sister Rose, Sister Jasmine, or Little Begonia, all of them have great figures.

When I was confused and infatuated, I couldn't spare too much reason to think about who it was. My animal desires had overcome all my reason, and my only desire was to go in quickly and vent that nasty desire.

I wanted to take the initiative to knock her down, then explore where her acupoints were, and finally go straight in to complete the sacred mission, but what I didn't expect was that she couldn't wait to press me down and ride on me.

Damn, this courage is a bit like Sister Rose!

Could it be Sister Rose?

She kept roaming around my body with her soft and delicate tongue, even kissing the grass below me, and she kept combing my messy jungle with her tongue.

This feeling is really life-threatening! Even if I die at this moment, I will have no regrets.

This crazy move, and those soft breasts, I feel very much like Sister Jasmine.

Could it be Sister Jasmine?

I was confused and scared inside.

The proper foreplay is almost over, and I feel that the moment of union has arrived.

Nervous, waiting, waiting for that warm hole, waiting for the other person's gift, I became even more convinced - I am a sufferer, a super big sufferer.

The woman riding on me stopped, held my big dick with her little hands, and rubbed it a few times under her.

"Hundan, I'm going to sit down, don't move!" the woman said.

Hun Dan? Why does this tone of voice sound so much like Sayuri?

Damn it, is it Sayuri that witch?

Before I had time to think about it, my guy had already pressed against the softest part of the woman. She kept adjusting her position on it, and I felt that my guy was entering her body bit by bit.

She seemed to be in extreme discomfort, and would scream in pain every time she entered.

I matched her posture and squirmed upward bit by bit.

Sweat had soaked my body, and hers was sticky too, and the two of us stuck together tightly.

Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind and said, "I'm going to sit down hard, are you ready?"

I held my thing with my palm, waiting for the moment of union.

She sat down hard and all my stuff finally entered her body.

It's warm, tight, and moist inside, and it's really comfortable.

Sure enough, the place I think about day and night is a beautiful paradise.

She sat on top of me, obviously not as comfortable as me. She gasped and said, "Don't move yet, let me get used to it first..."

We maintained this beautiful posture for two minutes.

She gradually calmed down and her waist began to twist slowly.

Following the rhythm of her twisting, I felt one wave after another beating my whole body. I almost forgot about myself and only lived in this beautiful pleasure.

As both parties adapted, our rhythm gradually became faster, and the pleasure gradually changed from long and slow to short and rapid.

"Ah...ah...so comfortable!" She cried out crazily.

After hearing such touching information, I couldn't help but become more excited and twisted even more crazily.
Chapter completed!