Chapter 2 02

The dawn light penetrated through the window lattices, scattered into the room, illuminating us who were entangled.

The hangover made my head split and my lower body soft and weak. Why do I feel so uncomfortable? I opened my eyes, the strange big hands by the bed, and the man's arm blocking my waist, made me instantly sober.

My God, did I really go to bed with him? I never thought there would be such a day. Although one-night stands are common among modern people, I have never been an arbitrary and indulgent woman.

I was still comforting myself, but the man's heat and breathing constantly reminded me of the scenes of our crazy entanglement last night.

I tried to recall the scenes last night. The cause was a friend's wedding. After drinking a lot of alcohol, I couldn't remember how he took me to the room.

The discomfort of the body made the memory fragments of pictures and sounds gradually clear. How the man danced on me, and I also groaned softly, begging him to be lighter.

From the bed to the sofa, from the bathroom to the corner, he almost took me to experience every place in the room where we could indulge freely.

This idea made me blush to the extreme, and my heartbeat accelerated a lot. All the evidence indicates that our madness was not limited to once.

"Uh..." An uncontrollable soft groan escaped, I hurriedly covered my mouth, afraid to disturb the man's sleep.

The man's big hands lingered on my chest, sometimes light kneading and sometimes heavy pinching, as if playing a rare instrument, making my body dance to the melody.

The hand that was originally on my waist also slid between my thighs. The fingers brushed lightly as if there were none, gently pressing and slowly kneading the clitoris, shallowly piercing the flower entrance without entering. My body gradually reacted, and my private place was also covered with sweet dew.

I felt that the giant behind me had also awakened, squeezing between my thighs and swaying vigorously back and forth.

"Uh...ah..." Uncontrollable soft groans flowed out, and I had no resistance after just tasting the forbidden fruit.

While I resisted lightly, I indulged in pleasure. The tender complaint in my mouth turned into pleading. I begged him to stop, but my body craved more.

The man took turns occupying two key places, and my resistance was just for show. Stop one place, the other place will move secretly.

In order to stop the riotous hands, I unconsciously clenched my thighs, but because of the lubrication of the dew, the giant slid back and forth outside the petals, stimulating the sparks in me.

After several rounds, I finally gave up the meaningless resistance. Under the guidance of the man, I gradually entered the pleasures, twisting my tender body, longing to climb to the peak with him.

His hands began to wander between my breasts, and his restless fingers made me groan softly. The secret garden inside me also began to bloom slowly. I was deeply intoxicated in the sinful pleasure he gave me, I just wanted to lose myself in this joy and never wake up.

His fingers lingered and lingered on my clitoris, teasing the congested clitoris gently and heavily, rushing the heat flow. My flower path became wet and slippery, greedily sucking his fingers, looking forward to a hotter and longer visitor.

"Oh, my love, come in, my flower path can't wait for you." I invited tenderly. His wild roar indicated that he was also impatient. When his hot rod plunged in, crushing every inch of sensitive tender flesh, I was finally satisfied, moaning long.

He went in and out of me, hitting the flower heart heavily each time, pushing me to peak after peak. We found the rhythm in this symphony of flesh, chasing extreme pleasure in unison.

After another deep and fierce thrust, my flower path tightly sucked him, unable to continue this sweet torture. His fiery heat finally erupted in my depths, we climbed to the clouds at the same time, truly fusing into one at that moment.