"Xiaomeng, I'm your woman now, you must treat me well in the future, you can't let me down." Tears streamed down Jiang Qing's cheeks.
It wasn't that she wasn't strong enough, it was just too painful.
"Okay, I will."
Zhang Xiaomeng vigorously moved on top of Jiang Qing.
In an instant, Jiang Qing felt as if she had flown up to the clouds.
There was a pain as if pierced by a thousand arrows, but also an ecstatic feeling that penetrated deep into her bones.
Soon, she began to enjoy this sensation.
"Xiaomeng, I am so happy."
"I still prefer you call me 'Master'."
"Master is bullying his disciple, hehe."
Jiang Qing couldn't bear the embarrassment.
Quickly, half an hour passed.
Of course, it wasn't because Zhang Xiaomeng had finished just like that.
It was because, in pursuit of excitement, Zhang Xiaomeng had Jiang Qing put on some even more embarrassing lingerie.
The two of them in this dressing room went for it once, twice, three, four times.
