Evil Hero

On October 4, major newspapers in countries M, Y, D, Hong Kong, and Macau reported in Chinese and English about an unexpected disaster two days ago. The report said: Mr. Philimos, the world's most influential financial giant, Mr. Solo, the world's gambling king, Mr. Li** Sir, and Mr. XXXX of country R, ​​were on the Princess Alice luxury cruise ship, and were hit by a tornado while cruising in the high seas between the South China Sea and the Philippines. The Princess Alice sank, and no one on board survived. Since this is a private yacht, the exact number of casualties is still unknown. Rescue ships from many countries are still searching on the scene, but it is estimated that the number of survivors is slim...

Is it really slim? Zhang Yang sneered secretly, maybe it is. After seeing Zhang Yang's madness again, the few people who were alive must have been scared to death. Even if someone knew that they had been on the Princess Alice, they would never be able to ask a single truth.

"Xiao Yingying, you promised me that as long as I win the game, I can do anything." Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Zhang Yang took He Wanying who was sitting next to him, laughing and showing a wolf-like evil look. It has been more than a month since she touched a woman. He Wanying entered Zhang Yang's room alone today. What else could she do if she was not a little sheep running into a wolf's circle?

"Well, you bad guy, don't touch me..." He Wanying's face was flushed, her whole body was sore and weak, how could she break free from the arms of the pervert? In fact, who knows if this girl really wants to break free?

"Well, Xiao Yingying's body is really fragrant. Tell me what perfume you use? What, not perfume? Haha, then I have to take a closer look..."

"Well...oh, don't..."

She said no, but after the sweet tongue lost control, the little girl's little hand could not help but tightly hugged Zhang Yang's. Zhang Yang unbuttoned his shirt, and in a slight chill, two soft bulges bloomed in front of Zhang Yang's eyes, standing proudly like two holy lotus flowers.

Zhang Yang's hands extended all the way down along the peak, and his big mouth temporarily left He Wanying's hot and wet lips, and instead held a lotus stamen.

"Um...oh..." It was hard to tell whether it was a whine or an excited muttering, but this sound was a horn urging the pervert to forge ahead. Snow-white sheets, spacious bed, bright lights, snow-white and tender body, wolf-like red eyes...

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and pulled off He Wanying's almost uncovered pink panties, and aimed his erect penis at the newly liberated dense fragrant stamen. He spread his hands apart the round and crystal pink thighs, swung his waist and hips, and was eager to knock on the door and enter. He Wanying closed her eyes tightly and sighed. Perhaps she felt powerless to resist the invasion of a strong enemy, or perhaps she was eager to wait for the storm to come. With a soft whisper of "I... this is my first... first time, you have to... go slowly", she opened her legs automatically...

"Oh... oh... it hurts..." He Wanying's willow-like waist swayed left and right involuntarily, trying to get rid of the pain brought by Zhang Yang's hardness and thickness. Zhang Yang's hands were like pliers, tightly grasping the waist of the beautiful woman under him and sprinting vigorously. He only felt that his clone had been deeply trapped in a layer of softness and warmth, and the beauty could not be described in words.

"Well...faster, I'm going to die...oh, I'm really going to die...oh my god, how can it be so...so good...ah..." Under Zhang Yang's constant impact, He Wanying has lost herself and consciousness, just mechanically swinging her waist with Zhang Yang's fierce impact, the two white balls on her upper body are constantly jumping, her eyes are closed, her mouth is slightly open, her breath is like orchid, and she is talking nonsense.

"Hee, don't you think about me ** you all day? Let's see if you dare to tease me in the future?"

"Oh...I will...never...dare again, good man...just...just spare me, ah..." With Zhang Yang's more fierce attack, He Wanying finally couldn't help but beg for mercy, the voice was indescribably charming and sad, but it made people more excited.

After an unknown amount of time, He Wanying felt herself falling from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground to the clouds. Her body was rubbed by Zhang Yang, and she felt numb and itchy. The feeling was indescribable. Both of them were covered with crystal sweat, and the sheets were soaked with sweat. The vibration of the big bed slowly dissipated, leaving only two ups and downs of panting.

"You...you big bad guy, how can you be so, so powerful? You have killed me several times." After a while, He Wanying, who finally calmed down, couldn't help but pinched Zhang Yang's butt and said hatefully.

"Haha, this is the first time I see you, I'm afraid you will get hurt, otherwise I won't stop until dark." Zhang Yang turned over and pressed a wolf claw on the hardness in front of He Wanying's x, gently stroking and laughing.

"Hmph, you keep bragging, and you're still bragging until dark. Even if you can last until the afternoon, you'll be exhausted to death." He Wanying felt the pleasure brought by Zhang Yang's big hand, but she refused to admit defeat.

"What? You dare to doubt my unparalleled, strong and invincible brave brother? Then let me prove it to you." As he said that, Zhang Yang turned over and wanted to get up. He Wanying was so scared that she hurriedly hugged Zhang Yang's body, snorted softly, stretched out her clove tongue and gently licked Zhang Yang's ear, and said in a very low voice in Zhang Yang's ear: "Good man, I know you are powerful, I am afraid of you, okay?"

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and patted her snow-white d, laughing: "This is good enough, otherwise I will definitely make you look good today."

"Hehe, I am already good-looking enough, what, do you still think I am not good-looking?" He Wanying rolled her eyes at Zhang Yang, her body tightly pressed against Zhang Yang, a pair of pink long legs tightly wrapped around Zhang Yang's legs, looking at Zhang Yang with big eyes, and couldn't help kissing Zhang Yang on the face again.

"Hehe, you are very good-looking, but if you offend my little brother, you will be even more beautiful." Zhang Yang said with a smile, his big hand secretly exerted force, and the small grape in his hand changed shape with Zhang Yang's fingers.

He Wanying couldn't help but groan, and her small hand gently patted Zhang Yang's face, saying in a delicate voice: "If you are gentle, you will be fierce on me, I don't believe you are so hard on those people."

"Those people? Which ones?" Zhang Yang asked puzzled.

"Hmph, don't you say you were a cn before today? Do you think I can't see that you haven't slept with Gao Yali and Xiaoyu?"

"Uh..."

Damn little woman, why are you talking about this issue at this time? Zhang Yang snorted, turned over and pressed He Wanying under him, and laughed: "Why, you want to control me now?"

"Hmph, what qualifications do I have to control you? I'm just your little slave, and those are your big and small wives."

Zhang Yang smiled and kissed He Wanying on the lips: "What, are you jealous?"

"Hmph..."

"Hehe, you are willing to be my little slave, but I have never treated you as a slave."

"You still say no? Who washed your stinky socks these days? I haven't even washed my own clothes, but I want to wash your clothes, even your nk, you still say you don't treat me as a slave?" He Wanying said coquettishly.

"Hehe, at worst, I will only let you wash clothes in the future, and let others wash nk." Zhang Yang laughed. "No, I don't think you dare to give it to others. From now on, everything you have will be mine, and I will be the only one who can wash your clothes."

"Uh...then...what about those people?"

"What do you mean? They can only cook for you and make the bed, and I will wash your clothes."

"Ah...? Oh my God, how could this happen?"

He Wanying hummed shyly: "You are not unwilling, it's because of me...because I can only wash clothes now, but I can't cook!"

"Oh my God, this happiness comes a little too fast, I can't stand it." With a wolf howl, Zhang Yang turned over and pressed He Wanying under him "Dear little Yingying, how about...let's do it again..."

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