The wretched heir of the main god

"Woo, you are too big, you will crack..."

Zhao Zhiruo screamed in pain, twisting her hips desperately from side to side, trying to shake Wang Jianqiang's huge roots out, but how could Wang Jianqiang make her do what she wanted, his hands were like iron tongs on her waist, which made her shake. No.And the huge roots of the lower body, like an iron rod, penetrated bit by bit without pity.

"Cool, it's so tight!"

Wang Jianqiang only felt that the meat stick seemed to be inserted into a tight and extremely hot cover, and the pores all over his body opened up at that moment.

"The so-called three flats are not as good as one round, it is true!"

He was so refreshed that he couldn't help clinging to Zhao Zhiruo's fancy-bound breasts with both hands, and grasping Zhao Zhiruo's big breasts with both hands, forcing her to straighten up half of her body.This posture made Zhao Zhiruo's body continue to tighten, and the strong pressure almost pinched Wang Jianqiang's cock off-a pinch-like comfort.

Wang Jianqiang was so cool that he was about to ascend to heaven, but Zhao Zhiruo, who was forced to explode the chrysanthemum, was so painful that he was about to fall into hell.

"No...it hurts...ah...no...don't intervene!"

"Don't move... it hurts..."

"I'm going to die... this is not something that humans can bear..."

It was like being engulfed during the day, and then was so painful that Zhao Zhiruo burst into tears again.

"If you want to go up, I'll go up front, don't go back up... I really can't stand it..."

Wang Jianqiang didn't care whether she was hurt or not, after a rampage.He was excited by the pleasure of falling off the second-generation noble lady and the pleasure of holding the beautiful body of the beautiful woman in front of him in his hands.

His hands clamped tightly on Zhao Zhiruo's body, a pair of milk-grasping dragon claws crossed and clasped Zhao Zhiruo's D-cup breasts, and his waist was like a pile driver, half-pumping and half-plugging Zhao Zhiruo's chrysanthemum. .

Zhao Zhiruo's body was firmly pressed against the armrest of the sofa by him, unable to move.The only resistance that could be made was to slightly shake his hips left and right to avoid anal rape, and this resistance quickly collapsed after being bombarded by a dozen chrysanthemums.

The previous torture-like torture, which lasted for three minutes, destroyed Zhao Zhiruo’s consciousness. She was like a ragdoll who lost her soul and was broken, her eyes were dull, her eyes were full of tears, and her body was pressed against the armrest of the sofa. She completely relaxed, letting the other party blast her chrysanthemum more than ever.

At this time, Qian Jingya was holding a digital video camera to the side and filming this scene. After shooting for a while, she put down the video camera and ran over crying, begging Wang Jianqiang to let her cousin go, and she was willing to treat each other with her own body. At this time, the girl had a mean smile on her face, but Wang Jianqiang pretended to push her away and threatened her to continue shooting, otherwise she would blow her cousin.

Without Zhao Zhiruo's screams and Qian Jingya's "begging", the room fell silent.Only the sound of Wang Jianqiang hitting Zhao Zhiruo's buttocks echoed.

While Wang Jianqiang exploded Zhao Zhiruo's chrysanthemum, he was constantly injecting the vitality into Zhao Zhiruo's chrysanthemum through the yang roots, catalyzing Zhao Zhiruo's chrysanthemum mucosa to digest that drop of dragon blood.

The five-claw golden dragon blood is indeed a wonder of the world, even a single drop can make Zhao Zhiruo's chrysanthemum into the world's most shrinking daisy, and the most resistant to giant roots.Wang Jianqiang, who was able to rise up, was almost thicker than Qian Jingya's small wrist at this time, Yang Gen, supporting Zhao Zhiruo's daisy like a thin piece of paper.

Changing to another woman, the anal fissure had broken down long ago, and blood was bleeding all over the ground, but Zhao Zhiruo did not shed a drop of blood.And after having survived the initial pain and discomfort, Zhao Zhiruo actually gradually felt a faint sense of pleasure.

And as the thrust continues, this pleasure is still accumulating and growing.And as Wang Jianqiang continued to infuse her with replenishing anger, the pain Zhao Zhiruo suffered from her body was quickly disappearing.

Finally, Wang Jianqiang came out once, and before inserting it back again, Zhao Zhiruo instinctively moved her waist, twisted her hips, and aligned with his rhythm.

"Ah, you feel happy!"

Wang Jianqiang immediately felt this keenly.

"No......"

Zhao Zhiruo retorted in shame, but she knew in her heart that she had actually catered to it instinctively before.

"I was raped, how could it be, how could it be..."

However, her body was completely out of her control at this time.

Seeing that he was taking pleasure in this arrogant female anal rape, Wang Jianqiang's sense of accomplishment was greatly satisfied, and it inspired him to continue working in this direction.

As if being inspired, Wang Jianqiang also injected two angers into his palms, and his hands covered with anger continued to rub Zhao Zhiruo's milk frantically, manipulating the nerves of the human body with his imperfect anger. The method, trying hard to provoke the erotic zone of Zhao Zhiruo

Because he was a beginner and had to constantly do piling exercises to be distracted, Wang Jian's strong picking method was very crude. Only one or two rubbing milk for ten times could succeed, which aroused Zhao Zhiruo's desire.But with a success rate of one in ten, Zhao Zhiruo's tossing is even more boring than 100% success.It comes once and then not for a long time, forming a sharp contrast and contrast, and creating a sense of psychological expectation.

When Wang Jianqiang succeeded in rubbing milk and teasing, Zhao Zhiruo couldn't help but snorted gently in his nostrils, then waited for a "long" few seconds, then did it again, and snorted again.

At first, she could still hold on to one or two, but with the accumulation of body pleasure bit by bit, after a dozen times of tolerance, after Wang Jianqiang's mastery improved, she suddenly succeeded in rubbing the milk twice in a row and teasing them strongly. The pleasure of the nipples went straight to the lower yin along the nipple, and at this time, Wang Jianqiang even cooperated with shaking his butt, and hit Zhao Zhiruo's chrysanthemum twice.

"what!"

This time, it was not the screams that hurt her bones, but the cheers of her body rising from hell to heaven.

"You are in heat!"

Wang Jianqiang laughed in excitement, the pumping speed was stronger and fierce, and every stroke hit her sensitive intestines.Zhao Zhiruo barely endured for a few seconds, and then couldn't help but start screaming...

The room began to reverberate with the sound of her uncontrollable screaming in bed, as well as the unbearable crying.

Once the breach of the dike begins, it can no longer be stopped

Zhao Zhiruo, who knows that she is making a fool of herself now, can only use her mouth full of curses to cover up her physical betrayal and the fact that she was raped or raped by anal.

"You bastard, I want to kill you, kill you, I must kill you... I must send you to hell!"

While crying, she instinctively shook her ass in accordance with Wang Jianqiang's anal rape rhythm, while cursing in her mouth.But his body was like a bitch in estrus. Wang Jian couldn't help crying and crying.

Qian Yajing looked at her with disdain, envious and contemptuous in her heart. Seeing that she was so cool, he walked around her.

"Quick, suck your cousin's milk, or I'll fuck her to death!"

Wang Jianqiang was also extremely excited at this time. He no longer rubbed the milk. Instead, he changed his hands to grab Zhao Zhiruo’s arm, first tore off the rope, then grabbed her wrist and pulled it to the back, continuing to explode like an old man pushing a cart. Her chrysanthemum.

And this posture made Zhao Zhiruo's upper body almost suspended, and a pair of D cup big tits lost their hands and swayed up and down in the air.Wang Jianqiang felt that these beautiful breasts could not be left idle like this. Under his force, Qian Jingya was "forced" to come and help.

Qian Jingya put on a sympathetic appearance, pinched Zhao Zhiruo's big breast with both hands, and bit one breast.

Zhao Zhiruo couldn't stand the stimulus, and the slight tingling in her chest accelerated her orgasm.

"Ho, ho... Ah..."

First panting violently, and then the body twitching uncontrollably, the whole body was weakened forward and collapsed in Qian Jingya's arms, only the chrysanthemum was still contracting faithfully, still holding Wang Jianqiang's cock firmly.

"I haven't shot yet, you slut will let go first."

Said that Zhao Zhiruo turned around, let her sit on her body, and then turned the dick that hadn't been shot in Zhao Zhiruo's intestines, and then continued to hold the child and continued to explode her chrysanthemum.

"No more, no more!"

After an orgasm, Zhao Zhiruo became a little more sober. She was surprised that she would do such a ridiculous thing, and she was angry and regretful in her heart, and she couldn't wait to hit her to death.

But Wang Jianqiang has just tasted the sweetness, how can he let her off easily?

He just pushed her back down and held it down, holding her legs with both hands and pressing against her chest, and the dick kept pushing her anus.

"I make you feel good again, you just got fucked like a bitch by me, haha, you are a bitch."

Wang Jianqiang is very clear that the proud girl like Zhao Zhiruo can't hear these nasty words the most. In fact, they are nasty in themselves, just pretending to be human, but in fact they are not as nasty as a bitch in their bones.

"Stop talking..."

Zhao Zhiruo shed tears of humiliation.

She just feels that she is not herself at all. She is a noble princess, and she has never shown such a lascivious side.

The impact under her body was getting faster and faster, and Zhao Zhiruo felt that the little shame she had left was going to disappear.

She will soon become a lustful bitch again.

"Cousin, cousin..."

Qian Yajing hugged Zhao Zhiruo from behind, with a miserable face, and kept kissing the tears on Zhao Zhiruo's face, and her hands, under the strong order of Wang Jianqiang on the side, began to rub the milk for Zhao Zhiruo. Cooperate.