Zhang Yiming had vomited in the car, of course it was not because of motion sickness. His only skill that could rival Huanhuan was his driving skills.
Zhang Yiming vomited because the squeaking knife on his hand felt like a maggot sticking to his bones. He endured his nausea for a long time and finally couldn't bear it anymore.
In fact, this dagger was extremely sharp. After one knife, there was not much discomfort at all. Zhang Yiming's feelings were mainly psychological effects.
How could anyone not be afraid of cutting a living person's throat with a knife for the first time?
Zhang Yiming wanted to vomit outside the car, but was stopped by Huanhuan. Huanhuan knew that Zhang Yiming's vomiting would definitely be endless, and it would leave traces of tracking all the way.
Sure enough, after returning to Huanhuan's apartment, Zhang Yiming showed no sign of stopping. Huanhuan let her vomit in the bathroom, and she returned to the garage herself and cleaned the vomit in the car as soon as possible to avoid leaving traces.
The car was dirty and smelly, and the smell was really bad. Huanhuan covered her nose to clean it up while bringing out a painful memory in her heart.
When she was a child, Huanhuan did all kinds of hard, tiring, and dirty work, but the man who should be called her stepfather vomited after drinking, and Huanhuan would not clean up for him if she beat her to death.
That man is so dirty and trivial, but so despicable, vulgar and shameless...
Huanhuan is willing to use all derogatory words on that man. It was that man who made Huanhuan plant a deep hatred for men in her young heart.
But now, Huanhuan is doing what she was most reluctant to do for another man, and she is doing it hard.
After Huanhuan cleaned the car and returned to the room, Zhang Yiming was still lying on the toilet weakly, spitting out all the bitter gallbladder.
How about it, are you getting better?
Huanhuan asked softly.
Zhang Yiming didn't have the strength to ask questions and answer questions. Huanhuan probably was almost done, so he twisted a towel with hot water and handed it to Zhang Yiming.
Zhang Yiming got up and wiped his face, rinsed his mouth at the tap again, and then he felt much better, so he returned to the living room with Huanhuan.
Huanhuan brought the dagger back, took it out and threw it on the ground at this moment, and there was no trace of blood on the knife, which showed that the sharpness of the knife also showed that Zhang Yiming was actually ruthless and fast at that time. The blood from the fishing boy had not flowed out, and the blade had already streaked across his neck and floated away.
Zhang Yiming was weak all over, sat on the sofa and murmured: I'm really useless, Huanhuan.I didn't expect that this feeling was really unbearable.
Huanhuan also sat next to Zhang Yiming. Hearing this, he couldn't help but hug him and comforted him: It's okay, it'll be fine after a while.Aren't you going to take revenge?Now you have got what you want, you should be happy.
Zhang Yiming's head was pressed against Huanhuan's soft breasts through Huanhuan's thin tight suspender and the thin silk bra inside her. This was probably the softest part of Huanhuan's body.
Huanhuan's frankincense mixed with the smell of perfume she sprayed tonight and rushed into Zhang Yiming's nose.
The instinctive fear after the first killing was quickly transformed into strong androgens under the mutagenesis of Huanhuan's body and breath, violently impacting Zhang Yiming's body and mind, and suddenly searching for the outlet for catharsis.
Zhang Yiming bit Huanhuan's breasts through Huanhuan's little clothes and bra, and at the same time, he whispered wildly: I want you, Huanhuan, give it to me, I want you.
Huanhuan's body also softened suddenly, and her hands were pushing and rejecting her weakly. Don't do this, don't do this, you don't know what you are doing.I...I'm not...be gentle, it hurts so much, you bite me...
2
Zhang Yiming's head slid down from Huanhuan's chest, lingered on her exposed belly button for a moment, and then buried it between her legs.
Huanhuan leaned against the back of the sofa, her heart full of contradictions, a little longing and a little scared, and didn't know how to deal with it.
This man is the one she is destined to be. She had long imagined this moment, but what is this now?
He was not awake at all and had no idea what he was doing. Should he treat her as a woman, his woman, or just a tool to vent?
The temptation between Huanhuan's legs became stronger, making Zhang Yiming almost confused. He couldn't control his hands, and while burying his head deep there, he trembled and untied Huanhuan's short hot pants.
Huanhuan neither helps him nor refuses him, and obeys the arrangements of his appointments.
After a long time, Zhang Yiming finally unbuttoned his hot pants and pulled it down like a life-threatening one. But how could he pull it down while Huanhuan was sitting on the sofa?
After pulling for a long time, Huanhuan felt soft and finally raised her plump buttocks and asked Zhang Yiming to pull down her hot pants outside.
With short hot pants, Huanhuan can only wear extremely narrow T-BACK underwear close to her body. After the hot pants are pulled down, the thick and plump shape of Huanhuan is fully revealed under the T-BACK package.
Zhang Yiming stood up impatiently, unbuttoned his outer pants in a hurry, then took off his shorts, and Angli's lower body bounced out straight.
Huanhuan leaned against the back of the sofa, looking at the fierce object pointing at her, and felt like a dagger stabbed into her heart.
Zhang Yiming lowered his body, picked up Huanhuan's legs, clamped them under his armpits, and pushed them in through Huanhuan's underwear.
Huanhuan has completely given up on her rejection, and her body and mind cannot refuse this upcoming possession.
After Zhang Yiming's hard spear head was pushed to her honey through the thin silk fabric of Huanhuan's underwear, Huanhuan shook her head, "No, don't be here, carry me to the bed, I want to go to the bed."
If she was destined to be possessed by this man in a state of confusion and confusion, Huanhuan would also recognize him, then at least Huanhuan would have a formal form, a formal place. She did not imagine a despicable woman who was held down by a man, or was pierced without dignity in any place.
Because this is the first night of Huanhuan!
3 Zhang Yiming picked up Huanhuan, rushed to the bedroom, and threw it on the bed. This time he remembered peeling off Huanhuan's underwear, and Huanhuan's beautiful honey was exposed. Unfortunately, Zhang Yiming had no time to appreciate it. He once again impatiently wanted to pierce the female body under him.
After entering Huanhuan, when he reached the last block, Zhang Yiming woke up magically.
He stopped his movements and stared blankly at Huanhuan under him. At this moment, the two bodies had already joined together without any gaps.
Huanhuan, I...I can't help it, I want you.
Although he was awake than before, Zhang Yiming's eyes were still burning with a raging desire.
Huanhuan lay on the bed, turned her head and did not look at Zhang Yiming, but could still clearly feel Zhang Yiming's hard object that was already in her lower body.Now it's only the last moment of piercing.
Huanhuan, I want you, have you heard it?
Zhang Yiming is ready to move.
Are you dead?
Huanhuan turned her head and said hatefully, "If I wanted to give it to you, I would have kicked you to death."
Zhang Yiming was ecstatic when he heard this. If Huanhuan hadn't nodded by himself, Zhang Yiming, who had already awake, really didn't want to have Huanhuan like this.
Because Huanhuan is Lele's sister, and because Huanhuan doesn't like men, Zhang Yiming doesn't want to leave eternal scars in her heart.
At this moment, Huanhuan's words made Zhang Yiming feel infinite tenderness.
Although Huanhuan's speech was still so fierce, without the shyness of a girl, this was a confession of Huanhuan, who did not like the man's acceptance of Zhang Yiming. What a big change for Huanhuan.
Huanhuan, so Huanhuan. From now on, you have to like men and you have to like me, and I am your man.
Zhang Yiming leaned over to kiss Huanhuan and said with tenderness.
Hmm.
Huanhuan turned her head and struggled.
Zhang Yiming ignored her and continued to kiss her and said: Huanhuan, have you thought about it?If I do this again, you will become a real woman.
Hmm.
Huanhuan finally broke away from her extremely sweet lips that made Zhang Yiming obsessed with, and said angrily: It smells so bad, your mouth...
Before he finished speaking, his coquettishness turned into a coquettish hum,
In Huanhuan's long chant, Zhang Yiming pierced her....
4 The tension after the murder was completely released on Huanhuan, and Zhang Yiming seemed to turn the insecurity inside into the driving force to gallop on Huanhuan.
Huanhuan's joy is unprecedented. The happiness brought to her by Zhang Yiming is incomparable to the false phoenix between her and Yao Jing. Although it was the first night of breaking the body, Huanhuan had a good experience with Yao Jinghuan and was not unfamiliar with the experience of sexuality. Therefore, in addition to the brief pain at the moment of breaking the body, she almost entered the state from the beginning and gained a happy experience.
Although she could withstand Zhang Yiming's conquest, her super pleasure was beyond the resistance of Huanhuan's nerves who had just arrived in Wushan. No matter how powerful she was and how solid her skills were, under Zhang Yiming, Huanhuan's soul was scattered and she wandered outside the sky.
The climax took over the waves, and it seemed that it had never stopped. Huanhuan felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
At some point, Huanhuan felt Zhang Yiming's impact gradually slow down until it stopped inside her body and stopped moving.Huanhuan woke up slowly and knew that Zhang Yiming had also completed the explosion of love.
Wake up, little fool?
Zhang Yiming was still on Huanhuan's body, and reached out to scrape her nose. He thought you had become an immortal, but he only cared about his own happiness, and he forgot about everything.
Huanhuan's pretty face turned red with shame, and she raised her fist and was about to hit Zhang Yiming. You are going to die, so dare you say that.
Zhang Yiming pressed Huanhuan's arm with one hand. Huanhuan, whose skills were much higher than Zhang Yiming, seemed to be no match for him at this time. She had no strength on her arm and was pressed on the bed by Zhang Yiming and could not move.
How about it, is it good to be a woman?
Zhang Yiming asked with a smile, looking calm, no longer the silence of vomiting like a mess just now.
Huanhuan didn't answer, Zhang Yiming didn't care, and said: Promise me, be a real woman, be my woman.I will make you happy, just like your name.I don't want you to have a cold expression and a melancholy mood every day as before.
Listening to Zhang Yiming's words, Huanhuan's tears rolled out. How could she be willing to live in indifference and melancholy every day?However, how could she have a shoulder that reassured her before?
You must do what you promised, don't lie to me, a stinky man.
Huanhuan said gritting her teeth.
If you don’t lie to you, you will never lie to you, and I will never lie to my women.
Also, you are not allowed to talk to Lele and Xiaojing.
say what?
Say we... say we have...
Zhang Yiming understood what Huanhuan meant, and she was embarrassed to let the two sisters know about this.Zhang Yiming laughed. I just said I wouldn't lie to my women, and you will tell me to lie to them immediately.
I don't care, this is not a fraud.
Zhang Yiming was about to talk to Huanhuan again when suddenly, a low cough came from the living room outside.
This made Zhang Yiming and Huanhuan so shocked that there was a third person in the room?
Zhang Yiming vomited because the squeaking knife on his hand felt like a maggot sticking to his bones. He endured his nausea for a long time and finally couldn't bear it anymore.
In fact, this dagger was extremely sharp. After one knife, there was not much discomfort at all. Zhang Yiming's feelings were mainly psychological effects.
How could anyone not be afraid of cutting a living person's throat with a knife for the first time?
Zhang Yiming wanted to vomit outside the car, but was stopped by Huanhuan. Huanhuan knew that Zhang Yiming's vomiting would definitely be endless, and it would leave traces of tracking all the way.
Sure enough, after returning to Huanhuan's apartment, Zhang Yiming showed no sign of stopping. Huanhuan let her vomit in the bathroom, and she returned to the garage herself and cleaned the vomit in the car as soon as possible to avoid leaving traces.
The car was dirty and smelly, and the smell was really bad. Huanhuan covered her nose to clean it up while bringing out a painful memory in her heart.
When she was a child, Huanhuan did all kinds of hard, tiring, and dirty work, but the man who should be called her stepfather vomited after drinking, and Huanhuan would not clean up for him if she beat her to death.
That man is so dirty and trivial, but so despicable, vulgar and shameless...
Huanhuan is willing to use all derogatory words on that man. It was that man who made Huanhuan plant a deep hatred for men in her young heart.
But now, Huanhuan is doing what she was most reluctant to do for another man, and she is doing it hard.
After Huanhuan cleaned the car and returned to the room, Zhang Yiming was still lying on the toilet weakly, spitting out all the bitter gallbladder.
How about it, are you getting better?
Huanhuan asked softly.
Zhang Yiming didn't have the strength to ask questions and answer questions. Huanhuan probably was almost done, so he twisted a towel with hot water and handed it to Zhang Yiming.
Zhang Yiming got up and wiped his face, rinsed his mouth at the tap again, and then he felt much better, so he returned to the living room with Huanhuan.
Huanhuan brought the dagger back, took it out and threw it on the ground at this moment, and there was no trace of blood on the knife, which showed that the sharpness of the knife also showed that Zhang Yiming was actually ruthless and fast at that time. The blood from the fishing boy had not flowed out, and the blade had already streaked across his neck and floated away.
Zhang Yiming was weak all over, sat on the sofa and murmured: I'm really useless, Huanhuan.I didn't expect that this feeling was really unbearable.
Huanhuan also sat next to Zhang Yiming. Hearing this, he couldn't help but hug him and comforted him: It's okay, it'll be fine after a while.Aren't you going to take revenge?Now you have got what you want, you should be happy.
Zhang Yiming's head was pressed against Huanhuan's soft breasts through Huanhuan's thin tight suspender and the thin silk bra inside her. This was probably the softest part of Huanhuan's body.
Huanhuan's frankincense mixed with the smell of perfume she sprayed tonight and rushed into Zhang Yiming's nose.
The instinctive fear after the first killing was quickly transformed into strong androgens under the mutagenesis of Huanhuan's body and breath, violently impacting Zhang Yiming's body and mind, and suddenly searching for the outlet for catharsis.
Zhang Yiming bit Huanhuan's breasts through Huanhuan's little clothes and bra, and at the same time, he whispered wildly: I want you, Huanhuan, give it to me, I want you.
Huanhuan's body also softened suddenly, and her hands were pushing and rejecting her weakly. Don't do this, don't do this, you don't know what you are doing.I...I'm not...be gentle, it hurts so much, you bite me...
2
Zhang Yiming's head slid down from Huanhuan's chest, lingered on her exposed belly button for a moment, and then buried it between her legs.
Huanhuan leaned against the back of the sofa, her heart full of contradictions, a little longing and a little scared, and didn't know how to deal with it.
This man is the one she is destined to be. She had long imagined this moment, but what is this now?
He was not awake at all and had no idea what he was doing. Should he treat her as a woman, his woman, or just a tool to vent?
The temptation between Huanhuan's legs became stronger, making Zhang Yiming almost confused. He couldn't control his hands, and while burying his head deep there, he trembled and untied Huanhuan's short hot pants.
Huanhuan neither helps him nor refuses him, and obeys the arrangements of his appointments.
After a long time, Zhang Yiming finally unbuttoned his hot pants and pulled it down like a life-threatening one. But how could he pull it down while Huanhuan was sitting on the sofa?
After pulling for a long time, Huanhuan felt soft and finally raised her plump buttocks and asked Zhang Yiming to pull down her hot pants outside.
With short hot pants, Huanhuan can only wear extremely narrow T-BACK underwear close to her body. After the hot pants are pulled down, the thick and plump shape of Huanhuan is fully revealed under the T-BACK package.
Zhang Yiming stood up impatiently, unbuttoned his outer pants in a hurry, then took off his shorts, and Angli's lower body bounced out straight.
Huanhuan leaned against the back of the sofa, looking at the fierce object pointing at her, and felt like a dagger stabbed into her heart.
Zhang Yiming lowered his body, picked up Huanhuan's legs, clamped them under his armpits, and pushed them in through Huanhuan's underwear.
Huanhuan has completely given up on her rejection, and her body and mind cannot refuse this upcoming possession.
After Zhang Yiming's hard spear head was pushed to her honey through the thin silk fabric of Huanhuan's underwear, Huanhuan shook her head, "No, don't be here, carry me to the bed, I want to go to the bed."
If she was destined to be possessed by this man in a state of confusion and confusion, Huanhuan would also recognize him, then at least Huanhuan would have a formal form, a formal place. She did not imagine a despicable woman who was held down by a man, or was pierced without dignity in any place.
Because this is the first night of Huanhuan!
3 Zhang Yiming picked up Huanhuan, rushed to the bedroom, and threw it on the bed. This time he remembered peeling off Huanhuan's underwear, and Huanhuan's beautiful honey was exposed. Unfortunately, Zhang Yiming had no time to appreciate it. He once again impatiently wanted to pierce the female body under him.
After entering Huanhuan, when he reached the last block, Zhang Yiming woke up magically.
He stopped his movements and stared blankly at Huanhuan under him. At this moment, the two bodies had already joined together without any gaps.
Huanhuan, I...I can't help it, I want you.
Although he was awake than before, Zhang Yiming's eyes were still burning with a raging desire.
Huanhuan lay on the bed, turned her head and did not look at Zhang Yiming, but could still clearly feel Zhang Yiming's hard object that was already in her lower body.Now it's only the last moment of piercing.
Huanhuan, I want you, have you heard it?
Zhang Yiming is ready to move.
Are you dead?
Huanhuan turned her head and said hatefully, "If I wanted to give it to you, I would have kicked you to death."
Zhang Yiming was ecstatic when he heard this. If Huanhuan hadn't nodded by himself, Zhang Yiming, who had already awake, really didn't want to have Huanhuan like this.
Because Huanhuan is Lele's sister, and because Huanhuan doesn't like men, Zhang Yiming doesn't want to leave eternal scars in her heart.
At this moment, Huanhuan's words made Zhang Yiming feel infinite tenderness.
Although Huanhuan's speech was still so fierce, without the shyness of a girl, this was a confession of Huanhuan, who did not like the man's acceptance of Zhang Yiming. What a big change for Huanhuan.
Huanhuan, so Huanhuan. From now on, you have to like men and you have to like me, and I am your man.
Zhang Yiming leaned over to kiss Huanhuan and said with tenderness.
Hmm.
Huanhuan turned her head and struggled.
Zhang Yiming ignored her and continued to kiss her and said: Huanhuan, have you thought about it?If I do this again, you will become a real woman.
Hmm.
Huanhuan finally broke away from her extremely sweet lips that made Zhang Yiming obsessed with, and said angrily: It smells so bad, your mouth...
Before he finished speaking, his coquettishness turned into a coquettish hum,
In Huanhuan's long chant, Zhang Yiming pierced her....
4 The tension after the murder was completely released on Huanhuan, and Zhang Yiming seemed to turn the insecurity inside into the driving force to gallop on Huanhuan.
Huanhuan's joy is unprecedented. The happiness brought to her by Zhang Yiming is incomparable to the false phoenix between her and Yao Jing. Although it was the first night of breaking the body, Huanhuan had a good experience with Yao Jinghuan and was not unfamiliar with the experience of sexuality. Therefore, in addition to the brief pain at the moment of breaking the body, she almost entered the state from the beginning and gained a happy experience.
Although she could withstand Zhang Yiming's conquest, her super pleasure was beyond the resistance of Huanhuan's nerves who had just arrived in Wushan. No matter how powerful she was and how solid her skills were, under Zhang Yiming, Huanhuan's soul was scattered and she wandered outside the sky.
The climax took over the waves, and it seemed that it had never stopped. Huanhuan felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
At some point, Huanhuan felt Zhang Yiming's impact gradually slow down until it stopped inside her body and stopped moving.Huanhuan woke up slowly and knew that Zhang Yiming had also completed the explosion of love.
Wake up, little fool?
Zhang Yiming was still on Huanhuan's body, and reached out to scrape her nose. He thought you had become an immortal, but he only cared about his own happiness, and he forgot about everything.
Huanhuan's pretty face turned red with shame, and she raised her fist and was about to hit Zhang Yiming. You are going to die, so dare you say that.
Zhang Yiming pressed Huanhuan's arm with one hand. Huanhuan, whose skills were much higher than Zhang Yiming, seemed to be no match for him at this time. She had no strength on her arm and was pressed on the bed by Zhang Yiming and could not move.
How about it, is it good to be a woman?
Zhang Yiming asked with a smile, looking calm, no longer the silence of vomiting like a mess just now.
Huanhuan didn't answer, Zhang Yiming didn't care, and said: Promise me, be a real woman, be my woman.I will make you happy, just like your name.I don't want you to have a cold expression and a melancholy mood every day as before.
Listening to Zhang Yiming's words, Huanhuan's tears rolled out. How could she be willing to live in indifference and melancholy every day?However, how could she have a shoulder that reassured her before?
You must do what you promised, don't lie to me, a stinky man.
Huanhuan said gritting her teeth.
If you don’t lie to you, you will never lie to you, and I will never lie to my women.
Also, you are not allowed to talk to Lele and Xiaojing.
say what?
Say we... say we have...
Zhang Yiming understood what Huanhuan meant, and she was embarrassed to let the two sisters know about this.Zhang Yiming laughed. I just said I wouldn't lie to my women, and you will tell me to lie to them immediately.
I don't care, this is not a fraud.
Zhang Yiming was about to talk to Huanhuan again when suddenly, a low cough came from the living room outside.
This made Zhang Yiming and Huanhuan so shocked that there was a third person in the room?
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