Madam Dihao is not good

On his body, he would hold her waist or buttocks...

It's the first time that he has to rely entirely on her... this is the first time!

Chanel was completely at a loss, looking at no way to start: "What should I do?"

Su Shijie reached out and led her to take off her panties, stepped aside and sat on him, facing somewhere, and slowly sat down.

"Slow down, don't rush, don't be afraid..."[

With a coaxing voice, he lured her into the abyss of hell step by step...

Little by little, her body was completely filled.

They fit perfectly, like two people who were born to be together, inseparable.

She felt him pulsating in her body, and the sweat continued to slide down her forehead...

"Does it hurt?" He asked considerately, reaching out his hand to wipe away the beads of sweat hanging down from her.

Chanel bit her lip and shook her head.

"Move and look."

Under Su Shijie's instruction, Chanel tried to move, and after finding a suitable way, she began to move slowly...

The two of them were completely wet with sweat, and the sound of heavy panting filled the room.

Every time, Chanel moved very slowly, for fear that she would break him if she was too reckless.When he asked her to go fast, she went fast for a few minutes before her waist began to ache.

ML is an absolute physical activity!

"I'm tired..." Chanel's movements became slower and slower.

Su Shijie inhaled vigorously, his pupils were frighteningly cloudy: "I'm tired at this moment, do you want to torture me to death?"

"I'm really tired…"

"Do things from the beginning to the end."

"Then I... rest for a while..."

Su Shijie suddenly picked her up, pressed her under him, and bumped into a vase next to the bedside table with his vigorous movements.

After that, he didn't speak anymore, like a beast that lost its mind, it would only hit hard.

The creaking sound of the big bed was very ear-piercing. [

But it couldn't cover his violent panting, her moaning, and the sound of water as the two flaming bodies collided continuously.

After the passion was over, Su Shijie leaned against the head of the bed and lit a cigar.

Chanel leaned halfway in his arms, her face flushed with lust