Escape from the School of Lust (MTL) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 29 (H)

Big Meat

Wansha panted lightly, staring at the ceiling, the light pierced his eyes, and his eyes were scattered.

　　The body that has just been bathed is swelling like being soaked in hot water, and every cell is surging with fever.

　　He quickly took off his clothes, his tough chest pressed against the swelling softness, and the clothes fit seamlessly.

　　Her body fragrance is like an aphrodisiac, provoking his bottomless desire, always wanting to possess her, biting her, and devouring her.

　　"Do you know how tempting you are?" Fu Yiheng bit her earlobe, with a low voice piercing her eardrums, scraping her eardrums like a soft feather.

　　"Itching..." Wan Sha whispered, rubbing restlessly under his chest.

　　Fu Yiheng was pushed against the hard object under her abdomen, arousing a sense of refreshment, and hissed sexyly, "Where is it?"

　　Wan Sha whispered, "Itchy whole body."

　　Fu Yiheng swallowed his throat and slipped his lips into her warm neck. Root: "I will relieve the itching for you."

　　His tongue slipped a circle of his collarbone, and he snaked down, dropping a fine kiss on his chest, and suddenly bit the pink cherry-colored nipple.

　　Wan Sha was bitten in pain and arched upward, like dried shrimps in a hot pot, unable to escape his fiery shackles.

　　"That said, you can't escape." He smiled wickedly, covering her up, enjoying the delicate carcass.

　　Wan Sha raised her head, feeling his hot and humid tongue, licking all over her skin, and her overly sensitive body felt like an electric shock under him.

　　Fu Yiheng squeezed her fingers slowly, and fiddled with her plump lips: "I want to be fucked here, right?"

　　Wan Sha wanted to regain some initiative and shook his head: "No."

　　He evoked a splash of crystal clear liquid. Rubbing it between her legs, let her feel the damp heat: "Why is it so wet below, tell me."

　　Wan Sha couldn't answer, and under his flesh-and-meat struggle, she could not move like drunk.

　　Who said her nerve endings are too developed, a little caress is enough to make her feel numb.

　　Similarly, she was terribly afraid of pain.

　　The burning sensation of a hard object from her lower body forced her to straighten her back and move her body back, but her head was against the pillow.

　　Fu Yiheng took the pillow, raised her hips, held her knees with both hands, and gently opened them to the sides.

　　Wan Sha felt that something was about to happen, the physical tension was inevitable, and her legs tightened.

　　His hands covered the roots of her legs, rubbing the soft private parts along the U-shaped arc.

　　With a gentle soothing, her body relaxed, and she noticed that her hand was replaced with the top of a thick cylinder, scratching her delicate lips.

　　Wan Sha took a deep breath and made the final pleading: "Be softer, okay?" Fu Yiheng didn't say a word, lifted up the thick fleshy stem, pressed it into the small gap between the flower's lips, and slowly inserted it in.

　　"Ah..." Wan Sha opened her mouth and whispered softly.

　　It hurts too much, like the flesh is torn apart, holding a stout foreign object abruptly, and squeezing it inwardly.