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"You... like me?"

"Really?"

Looking at his cautious appearance, Ye Yifan was in a complicated mood.

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips: "Yes."

I like you.

Like between men and women.

Irresistible like.

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Western-style large bed, swaying.

Clothes of all sizes are scattered all over the ground.

The two bodies, like vines, are tightly entangled.

Men seem to have endless strength.

In her deep eyes, she seemed to be filled with all the tenderness in the world, staring at the little woman beneath her.

It will naturally not hurt.

After so long running-in.

Ye Yifan could almost bear him.

This time, he was extremely gentle, afraid of hurting her.

For the first time, Ye Yifan felt that this kind of thing was not torture, but a kind of joy that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Both of them were immersed in lust, wanting to live and die.

The snowflakes were falling outside again, and the surroundings were quiet.

From the room, a woman's moans came from the woman, which was particularly clear, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes high and sometimes low.

The maid guarding outside the door listened for a while and her cheeks turned completely red.

Although I have not experienced personnel and events, I can understand what it is.

"The Fourth Auntie is so mean, how could she do this?"

"That's right, I did such a shameful thing at noon."

"Maybe she's used to it."

"It sounds so ugly."

Seeing the snow getting heavier and heavier at the door, a maid became more and more aggrieved as she thought about it: "God is just unfair. Why should we stand outside and drift away from snow? She is playing with men inside."

"It's obviously her being played with by a man."

"But the man who played with her was Dashang." They didn't even have the chance to give Dashang a shoe.

"We are the real wealthy daughters. She is a vixen who absorbs men's essence. In this life, she can only live under men's edge and let others ravage her."

"Yes, you heard her scream so badly, and your legs were lame the next day. Maybe the coach abused her behind his back. What's there to envy?"

The other maids were silent. She also wanted to be abused by the boss, and she could do whatever she wanted.

He had no complaints after losing his life.

...

After coming from the door to the bed, Ye Yifan had been pressed to ask for it several times.

She was exhausted and had no strength in her body, so she could only hum and moan powerlessly.

The man's strong arms had been caught by her several red marks.

"Light...be gentle..."

Her voice was so soft that it looked unsightly, and her eyebrows were filled with pain: "Um... don't want it."

Seeing that she couldn't stand it, he stopped reluctantly and wiped the sweat from her face with his big hand: "Is it comfortable? Little fairy."

"You should give me a reward, I take care of your body so much."

Ye Yifan was dizzy and couldn't even hear what he said. He raised his soft and weak arm and pushed his strong and hot body.

Her whole body was soft and she was almost exhausted.

Zhou Zimo supported her body with one hand and pinched her chin with the other, and kissed her tender, swollen lips: "Little Douya, when did you grow up?"

Ye Yifan was breathing unsteadily and didn't speak, so he regretted provoking this beast.

Zhou Zimo suppressed his loss, and then thought about it, and then he curled up the corners of his lips evilly and pulled up her little arm: "Get up and have a meal, and fight again tonight."

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Chapter completed!