The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official

Chapter 656: Chapter 656: You Don’t Love Me Unless I’m Bad

"Ah... gently... it’s too big... it hurts..."

On the big bed, Chu Shiyuan kneeled there, shamefully raising her behind, enjoying the pleasure of the Iron Pestle penetrating her as the swelling made her helplessly beg, yet the emptiness from each stroke made her reluctant to leave.

All she could do was to lie on the bed, allowing Lin Fan to grab her wild waist and furiously penetrate her slightly swollen and tender forbidden zone, sending waves of pleasure mixed with pain that made her moan without inhibitions.

"How does it feel? Are you experiencing the pleasure your sister felt?"

Lin Fan pulled up her delicate arms, then held her jade back in his embrace, continuing to thrust into her tender Soul-snatching Cave while grabbing her full and soft breasts in his palm, kneading them without stop.

"You... jerk... don’t say... that!"

The intense vibration made Chu Shiyuan lose herself, but the mention of her sister brought on feelings of guilt, making her even more embarrassed.

"What should I say then?"

Lin Fan’s one hand kept playing with those full and soft breasts, while his other hand wrapped around under her abdomen, gently squeezing the pearl at the entrance to her cave; such dual pressure immediately made her body convulse.

"Say... say that you’re... ready to play with me... until... when!"

Chu Shiyuan strained to lift her head, trying to alleviate the wild impact in this way.

I play with you

whispering gently

love me... you just think I’m pretty... when I get old and lose

mouth wide open, taking

of the initial attraction that I got the chance to know you inside and out... with an aunt-in-law as flirty as you, a lifetime

smiled and slipped his fingers

all because you... forced me... I

desperately to defend herself, yet her plump behind was eagerly pushing back, attempting to

you were coerced... then you shouldn’t be calling out like this... you

flipping her over before lifting her snow-white, shapely legs onto his shoulders and

I’m dying...

was straining to twist her waist, began to call out with feigned distress, though her pleas

go, but don’t you have to say something nice? Maybe beg your

above her head, looking at her face drenched in fragrant

are not my... husband... you are... Shihan’s... husband... I can’t

pounding forced her body

call out, then I won’t finish. We can just keep

her inability to breathe freely only left her nose to emit even more soul-snatching moans, wave after

call... I’ll call... husband... husband...

to lift her