"Whenever I think that I won’t be able to see you again, my heart feels as if it’s being cut by knives."
Ye Ling’Er wrapped her arms around Yang Cheng’s neck and offered a fragrant kiss.
Yang Cheng lowered his head to capture her soft cherry lips, sucking forcefully, his tongue probing her mouth.
Their lips and tongues tangled, emitting teasing water sounds alongside Ye Ling’Er’s occasional moans.
At that mont, Yang Cheng was already consud by desire, his heated palms wandering over Ye Ling’Er’s body, kneading her perky breasts, agile fingers teasing her buds.
"Mmm... ah... so comfortable."
Ye Ling’Er let out a delicate moan, unable to resist twisting her waist, rubbing against Yang Cheng’s already awakened dragon.
"Stop tempting . You just had a massive blood loss, equivalent to a miscarriage; you definitely can’t do it now."
Yang Cheng panted, yet he forcibly suppressed himself, not wanting to harm Ye Ling’Er.
"Can’t you be gentle? I want it so bad right now."
Ye Ling’Er actively sought intimacy, speaking such words made her blush with embarrassnt.
Yang Cheng’s Adam’s apple slid, desire flickering in his eyes, but he must maintain rationality.
"Even gently is a no. Your body is weakened, and it’s your first ti, it’s easy to faint; wait till you’ve recuperated."
"Alright, but I can endure, what about you?"
Ye Ling’Er spoke as her small hand slid down, touching the scorching and rigid dragon.
Yang Cheng was wearing thin sleeping pants, and when Ye Ling’Er’s tiny hand suddenly grabbed it, his body couldn’t help but shiver.
"Knowing I’m uncomfortable, you still touch , is it on purpose?"
He gritted his teeth and slapped Ye Ling’Er’s soft chest.
Ye Ling’Er coquettishly exclaid: "I didn’t an to, I just want to help you relieve it. Otherwise, staying hard like this, you definitely won’t be able to sleep."
She raised her body slightly, pulling down Yang Cheng’s pants, and the rigid Dragon Root imdiately sprung free.
Two hours earlier, Yang Cheng had been teased by Cheng Ruonan, suppressing that desire; now it was teased again, and Dragon Root swelled even more nacingly, veins visible and the tip turned reddish-purple, appearing even bigger.
"Ah! It’s so big! I can’t even hold it."
Ye Ling’Er gasped, her brows furrowing.
No wonder Yang Cheng didn’t allow her tonight, sothing so big would certainly cause massive bleeding again when inside.
"It’s not like you haven’t seen it before; you consud my essence the first ti."
Yang Cheng chuckled lightly, deliberately pushing Dragon Root forward, resting it on Ye Ling’Er’s pink lips.
Ye Ling’Er stuck out her little tongue, tentatively licking it, then warily retreated.
"Hiss!"
Yang Cheng inhaled sharply; just a single lick made him intensely feel that tingling sensation spreading from the tailbone.
"This thing is too big, my mouth can’t swallow it. Let use my hand first."
Ye Ling’Er looked at the massive Dragon Root, feeling her lips going numb.
The previous ti, to receive his essence, she almost suffocated; thankfully, with her mother’s help, she swallowed the essence.
Now relying only on herself, oral work alone won’t make Yang Cheng release, she must first use her hand to relieve it a bit.
"Do you know how to do it?"
Yang Cheng asked, smiling.
"What’s so difficult about it? I can use my mouth; using my hand is even easier."
Ye Ling’Er lightly lifted her head, a ’watch ’ expression.
"Your oral work is barely passable, but handling requires skill despite seeming simple."
Yang Cheng jeered, reaching out to caress Ye Ling’Er’s little head.
"I’m very smart, teach ."
Ye Ling’Er’s voice was soft and tender; her small hand gripped the enormous Dragon Root, slowly stroking up and down.
Yang Cheng groaned, a numb sensation spread throughout his body, the heat dissipating slightly but desire surged stronger.
"Continue, increase the pace."
Yang Cheng half-leaned on the bedhead, closing his eyes to slowly enjoy.
Encouraged by his relaxed expression, Ye Ling’Er used both hands to grasp it, slowly sliding up and down.
So hot! It’s huge!
She was continuously amazed internally, unable to resist licking her lips, gently leaning over to suck softly.
"Hiss!"
Yang Cheng inhaled sharply, eyes shot open to see Ye Ling’Er ticulously licking like a little puppy.
"Little minx, you’re quite skillful."
Yang Cheng breathed rapidly, after several hours of pent-up desire, finally found an outlet of release.
"I’ve said I’m very smart, once I’ve truly experienced it, you won’t be able to resist."
Ye Ling’Er smiled smugly; she then straddled Yang Cheng, earnestly stroking.
Under the room’s lighting, Ye Ling’Er’s skin appeared even whiter, exuding tempting luster.
Her shoulder strap slid down, revealing two white, tender chests, though not large, yet beautifully perky, bouncing along with her movents.
Her black, silky hair cascaded over her shoulders, her eyes shimring with water mist, her face flushed, resembling a fox spirit stealing essence qi.
Gulp!
Yang Cheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his hand caressing Ye Ling’Er’s jade legs.
The scorching temperature made Ye Ling’Er moan uncontrollably, her body seemingly engulfed in flas.
Large hands moving back and forth over her smooth skin, baby soft like cream that inflad Yang Cheng’s desire even more.
Monts later, he slightly sat up, his hand slid off Ye Ling’Er’s nightdress, exposing her beautiful figure.
This ti, Yang Cheng could see Ye Ling’Er’s bosom more clearly; one hand could grasp it, yet it was soft and perky, like a big stead bun, a little pink bud upon it, gradually firming due to stimulation.
Yang Cheng couldn’t resist tweaking it, Ye Ling’Er groaned softly: "Annoying! Stop teasing ."
"You’ve been attending to ; for fairness, I should touch you too."
Yang Cheng chuckled lightly, his big hand kneading forcefully.
"I feel like you’re the one benefitting here."
Ye Ling’Er’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, as if contemplating.
"You’ll feel it soon. My massage skills are top-notch, not only can they make you comfortable but also enhance size."
Yang Cheng tempted her again.
"Can they really make them bigger? I want to beco as full as Cheng Ruonan."
eting Cheng Ruonan for the first ti, Ye Ling’Er marveled at how that woman grew.
Where it should be large is large; where it should be small is small, her proportions almost perfect.
Actually, she was pretty confident in her own figure, but after seeing Cheng Ruonan, she felt her own chest was a bit small.
"You’re different from her; you’re a pure type, no need to be that big."
Yang Cheng still hoped the won around him all had their unique beauty; if all had the sa figure, it would lack novelty.
"So, do you like big or small?"
Ye Ling’Er posed a soul-searching question.
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