Tang Huan glared at him.

Song Mo had no choice but to act according to his words and act clumsily and kiss her back.

"Well, don't kiss both sides, just kiss up and down along the spine, it's the most comfortable there." He didn't move below, and kissed her upwards so comfortably. Tang Huan slowly relaxed, and his voice became charming and tender.

Song Mo noticed her changes and it gradually became wet inside. He couldn't help but move gently and asked panting, "Does it still hurt?"

Tang Huan deliberately refused to reply to him.

Song Mo tilted his head, and saw her face flushed, and his heart felt hot, and he pushed hard: "Doesn't it hurt anymore?"

Tang Huan turned his head to look at him: "I want to be on top of you." She wanted to ride him hard.

Song Mo looked straight into her shimmering eyes and moved faster and faster: "I'll ask you if it hurts."

Tang Huan screamed softly uncontrollably, "I, I want to be on you!"

"Don't it hurt? Then let's continue!"

Song Mocai ignored her request, lifted her buttocks again, and entered her freely. Tang Huan was unwilling to be suppressed by him, and kept twisting her waist and struggling. But the more she struggled, Song Mo pressed her harder, and did not give her any chance to turn over. In the end, it was Tang Huan who said she wanted to see his face. Song Mo raised one of her legs and turned her over directly. He lay on her and asked her while moving, "Are you satisfied now?" The movements became faster and faster, probably because she was blushing and panting, and she wanted to ejaculate.

Tang Huan came faster than him, and she had already felt the familiar white light.

She didn't know if the white light was going to take her into the next dream, or if he hit her so well that her head was confused, but she just felt that there was not much time to spend with Song Mo.

"Song Mo, Song Mo, do you like me?" She grabbed his shoulders and tried hard to see his face clearly.

Song Mo kissed her blurred eyes, "I like, I like you, a bad woman."

Tang Huan laughed, and when he closed his eyes and started to make the final collision, he looked up in his ear and said, "But I don't like you, Song Mo, do you know? Actually, I am a flower picker. I treat you well, just want to pick you."

The heat flow and white light came at the same time. She had no time to care about the man's reaction, so she only bit his ear hard: "Song Mo, remember, this is only the first time, and there are eight more times, I want to pick you eight more times!"

Her body was completely shrouded in white light. In the vast chaos, Tang Huan seemed to see a pair of deep eyes. The feelings in those eyes were too complicated, so complicated that she could no longer tell the difference.
Chapter completed!