There was no need for Wang Jie to waste words with this young girl. After teasing the butterfly, he grasped his already skyward towering dragon, seized Zhao Qian's slender waist, and with a fierce thrust, he penetrated deep, feeling blissfully ascended to the heavens.
Zhao Qian too shut her eyes, tilted her chin up, and her entire body curved due to that grand slam.
She tightly gripped the sheets, both pained and comforted, gasping continuously, "I can't, Wang Jie brother. I really can't, if you keep doing this, you'll play me to death."
Why bother talking more, Wang Jie filled her completely and began his rough battle mode, attacking furiously over and over, feeling utterly fantastic.
Today in the bathroom, he, Wang Jie, had wanted to do something with Wu Ting, but never got the chance; Wu Ting only wanted to be touched.
