Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

The cold and crazy black eyes are burning, and the long and sturdy body is tightly covered on her soft body.

He didn't let up because of her begging for mercy. His breath was burning and he stared at her, as if even if the sky fell, he would eat her without leaving any residue.

Chu Qing's green fingers, clasping the sheets tightly, breathing quickly and panic: "Leng Kuang, I am very uncomfortable now, can you let me go first!"

Leng Kuang's deep eyes were still burning and still did not let go of her.

He just raised a big hand and clasped her face, and exhaled a hot breath at her, "You are very uncomfortable and you want me to let go of you. Then when I am very uncomfortable, why can't you let go of that man? ."

As he said, he clasped Chu Qing's waist with his palms, pressed her down fiercely, and then slammed in, letting her swallow herself.

It seems that only this way can alleviate the anger that suffocates him in his body.

"Yeah!" Chu Qing subconsciously groaned, and when Leng Kuang pushed her in fiercely, she pressed her fingers tighter on the bed sheet, her body was tight, and she whimpered with uncontrollable convulsions. | Twitch!

The moment Leng Kuang came in, she felt as if she was being stretched.

It was particularly uncomfortable, but it was irresistible at all.

Before she was relieved from the bone-thirsty Ma Su, Leng Kuang had already begun to move.

He could bump into her deepest point every time, like trying to pierce her completely, with a trace of bloodthirsty horror.

Chu Qing couldn't help but sobbed softly, begging for mercy.

But Leng Kuang didn't seem to hear it, giving her even more stimulating love, and the occupation seemed to have just begun, and the inconsistent fiery chanting intensified in the room.

So tired and sour, Chu Qing felt that she was going to be tortured to death.

When she was limp and convulsed, Leng Kuang turned her over, dragged her leg to his waist, and then continued to move.

"You're such a bastard!" Although Chu Qing scolded like this, she reached out and grabbed his neck.

Leng Kuang just wrapped her tightly around his posture, then kissed her lips fiercely, and the sprint speeded up again.

When the tsunami erupted, their breathing was heavy and confused, and their bodies fused together with heat.

Not waiting for the wind and the waves to calm down, Chu Qing suddenly started crying, holding her cold mad neck, crying very sadly, very aggrieved!

Leng Kuang was instantly crushed by her sudden fragility, sadness and tears.

He hugged her with a hint of pity in his voice, calling her softly: "Aqing~~" and softly coaxing her: "Don't cry, Aqing~~"

"It hurts me so much!" Chu Qing still cried, sobbing and accusing.

"Where it hurts, let me see!" He said coldly, pushing Chu Qing away, thinking that Chu Qing was injured somewhere.

But Chu Qing clung to his neck and didn't let him move. She just continued to accuse him: "It hurts and madness there. Why are you always like this? If you feel unhappy, you will take me out. Now you are angry. Out, are you happy?"

"Oh, you also know that I'm not happy? I thought I couldn't get into your eyes at all," Leng Kuang asked, his mood had returned to normal, but his tone was still a little unhappy.

"You look like a ghost, in addition to expressing your unhappiness, what else do you want to express." Chu Qing snorted.