The Male Lead Always Wants to Kill Me

Chapter 62: Fit (H)

The narrow hole was tight and deep, there were layers of flesh that clamped into him, squeezing his c0ck, like there were countless of small mouth sucking him.

When the man slammed in, he snorted almost at the same time as the girl. He suppressed the soreness between his waist and hips, and his large gl@ns slowly withdrew outwards.

Meng Chu was breathless. She was caught off guard when Chen Shuguan withdrew and then slammed in again.

The violent impact made her lean back involuntarily, and a broken groan went out from her lips.

She squeezed the man in front of her, but it was in vain. She could only hold on to the edge of the desk and barely prop up her body. The girl's delicate and tender p@ssy stood upright with a tremor.

"Um, it hurts... you lighten it... hmm... Chen Shuguan..." The wooden table was creaking, and the girl's buttocks bumped on the edge of the table. She feared that she might be bruised and swollen.

Unexpectedly, Chen Shuguan paid attention to Meng Chu's distorted and weeping look. He put his hand on the table and held her buttocks to prevent her from directly touching the firm surface.

But this behavior quickly changed. The man seemed to wander around, stroking her thighs, his slender fingers circled the folds of her chrysanthemum, and it was spitting out the porcelain. Bang. The man hooked her tentatively.

Meng Chu's eyes widened, her body straightened, and the front and back openings were stuffed, almost driving her crazy, and the surface of the tabletop suddenly showed obvious scratches.

Her two flower holes convulsed and contracted at the same time. Chen Shuguan only felt that the porcelain buried in her was squeezed heavily, and a strong sense of pleasure surged like waves.

She reached the peak.

The man stiffened and patted her little buttocks, "Chuchu... relax..."

She couldn't respond to him at all.

"Um... Chen Shuguan... Chen Shuguan..." Meng Chu's brain was muddled, and she followed his pumping rhythm, as if being thrown into the clouds, falling down again in the next instant, as if in a violent wind and huge waves. The lonely boat in the middle of the sea, letting the waves take her.

The girl seemed to be on the verge of suffocation, gasping in pain and pleasure with her lips open, and she didn't even realize how charming and sensual her voice was.

The indifference in Chen Shuguan's drooping eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by billowing greed, and the huge gl@ns that had already vented twice was still as hard as before.

He stared at the porcelain in her chrysanthemum fascinatingly, moved his fingers slightly, and pulled it out. The narrow hole closed while trembling, going back to the tiny hole that it once was.

It is in harmony with his own, this porcelain clapper obviously has to be enter her several times, otherwise the little girl will not resist too much except for the struggle at the first time.

Chen Shuguan hesitated for a few seconds. He suddenly pulled out his c0ck and hugged her. The girl was almost close to him, and the wet c*nt touched the head of his gl@ns. He rubbed at her entrance, slowly poking inward.

Meng Chu was sober and completely relaxed. The porcelain clapper held for a long time. At this time, it was moisturized by her lewd water. Chen Shuguan's entry this time was obviously much easier than that of last time.

However, she was still a little embarrassed, and he was pushed from all directions when he entered her chrysanthemum. It was so tight that he could not breathe. The man's breathing became unconsciously heavy, and his strength increased.

Meng Chu slumped on his shoulders, groaning and begging him: "Chen Shuguan... not there... please... please... don't do it there anymore... uh..."

The chrysanthemum was filled up. The painful discomfort irritated her, and he slipped insider her inner wall, the unspeakable pain was mixed with pleasure, and the grunt and cries overflowed from the girl's throat.

This place was tight and he couldn't twitch easily. At first glance, the man was disturbed by her repeated pleadings, and he almost couldn't hold it back.

"Be good..." Chen Shuguan clasped her waist to comfort her, pushing deeper.

Just staying for a while, the man is like a demon, frantically pumping inside her, frantically venting his feelings.

His other hand was not idle either, playing with her p*ssy, and poking it his finger, her lewd water soaking his fingers.

"Meng Chuchu... why do you like to cry so much..."

The double stimulation caused by the pain and pleasure drove her crazy. The girl called out with her hoarse voice, her naked body full of crystal clear sweat. The white and tender skin was covered with pink strawberries, and the silky hair was moistened with sweat and stuck to her flushed cheeks.

Unspeakably tempting.

"...Chen Shuguan...Um...Ah..." In the brutal thrusting of the man, the girl's entire soul was overturned, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

He stared at her, as if he was out of control. The male roots in the girl's chrysanthemum became stronger and stronger, and the hand stroking her c*nt moved faster and faster. Before Meng Chu's consciousness was about to blackout, she vaguely heard a low, depressed roar from the man's throat.

She did not hear clearly.