Zhang Xiaomeng was already like an arrow on the bowstring that had to be released, and he suddenly pressed himself on top of that enchanting and delicate body.
He gently bit the woman's exquisite earlobe and said,
"Don't worry, I will be gentle."
As he spoke, Zhang Xiaomeng's body suddenly thrust forward, and then he entered directly into that narrow valley.
Murong Yu's neck arched sharply, her body quivered, and a delightful moan emanated from deep within her throat.
To her surprise, she did not feel pain, but instead felt her body and soul instantly filled.
Almost instinctively, Murong Yu raised both her legs and wrapped them around Zhang Xiaomeng's waist.
Then, on that stretch of green grass, Zhang Xiaomeng began to move vigorously.
Murong Yu felt like a tiny boat in the vast ocean, swaying left and right with the tumultuous waves.
That feeling was simply indescribable in words.
Zhang Xiaomeng also felt an infinite bliss. Murong Yu was different from other women.
