Evil Hero

After taking a look at the crowd that was still beating wildly, the two people quietly fled the bar like thieves and led her into the room that had been opened long ago.

The two windows of the house were hung with double-layer curtains, blocking all the light from the street lights outside the windows. This is a standard room with an inner and outer rooms. There is a simple sofa and coffee table on the outside, and a large bed inside is covered with white sheets, and the same white quilts are neatly stacked at the head of the bed. Turning on the bedside lamp, the room suddenly shone with light orange, with warmth mixed with a little ambiguity.

Huang Ying'er looked a little nervous. She looked at the room and then at Zhang Yang, who was gently hugging her slim waist from behind. She put down the small bag in her hand and slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

Zhang Yang stood by the bed and stared at her with a smile. Huang Ying'er didn't say a word, just sat with her head bowed, her hands on her legs circling each other boredly.

The room was quiet, with a smile on Zhang Yang's face, but his eyes were not idle. His eyes slowly slid over Huang Ying'er's body, looking at her long hair sticking smoothly to her neck, and her pair of very beautiful eyes. The bright almond-shaped eyes occasionally glanced over when staring at the idleness of his own hands, paused for a moment on his own body, and then quickly retracted them.

Huang Ying'er had a faint and timid smile on her lips. Seeing her shy look, Zhang Yang gradually felt his face start to heat up, and his breathing and heartbeat became faster. His eyes were no longer satisfied with admiring her face, and began to slowly pan down along her nervous and slightly red face like a camera lens, as if he was taking a picture of a priceless work of art: Cong Liu Ye's eyebrows swayed to Han Bo's eyes, from her small nose to her red lips, then to her snow-white neck, and finally settled on her raised chest.

Her plump breasts were tightly wrapped in a tight-fitting striped sweater, rising and falling with her breathing, revealing beautiful and alluring lines between the ups and downs.

Zhang Yang stared at the pair of closely protected towering figures, imagining the feeling of holding them in his hands. While feeling a little intoxicated, he slowly leaned forward.

Tonight, Huang Ying'er was wearing a pair of navy blue jeans, very tight, which wrapped her two slender legs in a round and sexy way. His burning eyes started from her ankles and looked up her slender legs little by little. Her legs were very straight, and the jeans wrapped the seams of her legs with a slight bulge. They were as charming as those legs. Elastic, as if it would burst through the thin layer of cotton at any time and let it breathe. Her buttocks are neither big nor small, round and plump, the type that Zhang Yang likes best.

Generally speaking, a woman with such a tight and voluptuous buttocks should also be tighter down there. If he hugged her slender waist from behind - it would definitely have a different flavor.

Zhang Yang suppressed his rapid breathing and looked up at Huang Ying'er, and found that Huang Ying'er was also secretly observing him, shy and a little naughty. Once their eyes met, she blushed and lowered her head. She looked like a stranger. Deep little woman.

So, Zhang Yang took a step forward and sat next to her. "Why don't you speak?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, and his right hand naturally hugged her shoulders.

"You didn't say anything either." Huang Ying'er turned her head, smiled brightly, and replied. Then he slowly lowered his head and played with his fingers again. Zhang Yang stopped talking, squeezed her shoulder with his right hand, and pulled her towards his chest. Not sure whether it was because of shyness or because the pinch hurt her just now, Huang Ying'er couldn't help but hummed softly.

"Does it hurt?" Zhang Yang asked in a low voice. Huang Ying'er turned her hair: "Why are you working so hard?"

Although they both knew that this was just a joke, the two of them still spoke quite seriously. This time the two people's eyes met, but Huang Ying'er did not hide away in panic like before. Seeing her coquettish look, Zhang Yang couldn't help it anymore and kissed her face gently. She blushed and looked up at the impulsive Zhang Yang, her lips moved but no words came out.

Zhang Yang's left hand stretched out from behind her back and wrapped around her waist. With a little force of his right hand, she was pressed down on the bed. Zhang Yang leaned down and kissed her lips gently. Her whole body trembled, and two seconds later she began to slightly open her lips in response to Zhang Yang's attack.

The lips of the two people were entangled, chasing and squeezing. After a while, her soft and warm little tongue took the initiative to explore. Zhang Yang glanced at her secretly and saw that her eyes were blurred and her face was like a cloud. Zhang Yang felt a little proud, and he sucked her sweet tongue unceremoniously. He slowly pulled out his left hand from her back, tried to go from her armpit to her chest and gently touched her breast. Huang Ying'er closed her eyes and enjoyed Zhang Yang's kiss, seemingly unaware of Zhang Yang's small movements.

Zhang Yang began to slowly caress her chest, and a wonderful feeling spread through the sweater to his hands and then spread throughout the body along the nerve endings. Her breasts were not too big, but not small either, full and firm. While stroking, Zhang Yang observed her reaction. She still closed her eyes, but held Zhang Yang's hand harder, and her soft tongue danced and teased like an elf in Zhang Yang's mouth. After getting permission, the other hand that was suppressed under her body finally climbed to the high point of her chest. The tip of her tongue was still dancing the tango passionately, and her hands were already roaming around her chest wantonly.

Huang Ying'er gasped softly, and after a long time, she spit out another breath, as if she was trying her best to suppress herself. Zhang Yang used his hands a little harder and played more carefully with the pair of soft girls hidden under the soft clothes, stroking, kneading, squeezing them lightly or heavily, and pinched her raised legs through the clothes. His lips also began to suck her earlobe continuously, blowing gently into it from time to time.

"Baby, do you really not regret it??" Zhang Yang's lips pressed against her ear and asked softly. Huang Ying'er gasped, nodded feebly, and then began to beg for mercy, "You made me so hot," her voice was low and thin, like the chanting of a nightfly. At this time, there was a red cloud on her face, and a few beads of sweat appeared on her temples, making her look even more charming under the dim light.

"Can I help you?" Zhang Yang asked in a low voice. "Yeah", she whispered softly and raised her body slightly. The hem of the striped sweater was slowly pulled out from the tight jeans, and slowly faded upward until the bust was exposed, which was made of milky white cotton. It was not the usual kind with sponges and metal supports. The soft cotton cloth protects the chest tightly and meticulously. You can tell at a glance that it is a good brand name.

Huang Ying'er blushed and quietly raised her head so that Zhang Yang could easily take off the sweater from her white neck. Zhang Yang's hand slowly stretched out to cover the bust. With a slight pressure, a soft and elastic feeling could be felt in the palm of the hand. Press the edge of the bra cup with your thumb and push it down, and the little cherry can't wait to pop out.

Looking at Huang Ying'er, who was blushing and panting with her eyes closed, Zhang Yang's fingers slid down to the designer jeans she was wearing without any hesitation.

When the two finally met honestly, Huang Ying'er finally raised her little hands, but it was obvious that these smooth and tender hands could not completely cover her plump breasts.

Following the probing of Zhang Yang's tongue, Huang Ying'er made a sound of "um", breathing heavily like a fish deprived of oxygen. As if she had made up her mind, she slowly inserted her fingers into my hair and pressed lightly to get a signal of encouragement. , the tongue, with the cooperation of the fingers, began to launch the final offensive towards these two charming highlands. Her defense collapsed at the first touch, and the white skin on her chest was dyed pink. Her occasional hum gradually turned into a series of high or low moans.

Zhang Yang's right hand caressed and kneaded her breasts, but the fingertips of his left hand began to move slowly downwards against the soft hair, sliding across the earlobes, neck, shoulders, chest, and lower abdomen, and then downwards. His movements became gentler, like a traveler in the desert, moving forward step by step until he reached the oasis hidden among the sand ridges.

Huang Ying'er's slender pink legs were straight and pressed together, leaving no space, but her plump buttocks twisted intentionally or unintentionally, stirring up the desire to show off her blood.

Zhang Yang's hand held one of her round pink legs, and he slowly spread the legs that were tightly together. Huang Ying'er seemed to be aware of Zhang Yang's thoughts, and murmured "No, no, no..." as she whispered Whispering in a low voice, he took the initiative to bend his knees. Zhang Yang turned over and pressed her delicate body under him. He bent slightly, and the stiffness of his lower body had invaded the soft surroundings. With Jiaorui's gentle touch, Huang Ying'er started moaning, and the sound was really heart-stirring.

As Zhang Yang's attack intensified, Huang Ying'er slowly opened her legs, opening her waist and hips, and even began to gradually match Zhang Yang's friction rhythm, actively chasing the pleasure with her body. "You don't have much experience and you can enjoy it so much. You are really a little beauty. I will make you so high." Looking at Huang Ying'er's charming appearance, Zhang Yang said with a low smile. As he spoke, he couldn't help but feel proud in his heart, and at the same time, he secretly rejoiced that he was so lucky. It seemed that all the girls he came into contact with were the best among women.

Before Zhang Yang finished speaking, Huang Ying'er had already snorted, her body clinging to Zhang Yang like an octopus, and her face flushed with shyness. "Uh - you - you are really so bad. You took advantage of others and laughed at them." Listening to her charming and alluring voice, Zhang Yang exercised even harder.

When the sun the next day squeezed in a ray of light from the corner of the heavy curtains, Huang Ying'er was still blushing and closing her eyes tightly, burying her head tightly in Zhang Yang's arms, pinching and scratching her hair. He has a small temper, and his appearance is really endearing.

Zhang Yang smiled happily, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Baby, do you know how cute you are? I really love you to death." Huang Ying'er lay in Zhang Yang's arms and heard a subtle sound. Wen's voice said, "I don't know, you are so annoying! I don't know how many girls you have said this to."

Zhang Yang hugged her smooth and jade-like body hard, laughed, and slid his middle finger down her belly, but he counted seriously: "One, two - well, it can't be too much, plus I am the one who said this to you..."

Huang Ying'er stretched out her hand and covered Zhang Yang's mouth: "Don't say..."

Zhang Yang understood Huang Ying'er's meaning, put his arms around her slender waist, and held her tightly in his arms, "My dear, I will take good care of you, love you, protect you, and don't allow others to bully you."

"How long can you love me?" She raised her head, with silver stars shining in her dark eyes.

"Well" Zhang Yang kissed her hair, "until the day we are too old to kiss."

"Really? Don't regret it! Let's pull the hook!" Huang Ying'er was very happy, with a round and slender little finger

Stretch out in front of Zhang Yang.

"La Gou" Zhang Yang also stretched out his hand. The two fingers were hooked tightly together. Four fiery red lips were also pressed together tightly.

This book was first published on Kanshu.com