He briefly sat down, and Jian Yuan helped He Luo apply some stimulating oil and massaged her again.
This seemed to be the thing He Luo looked forward to most every day. She lay on the sofa early, lifted her skirt to reveal her slender legs. She didn’t mind at all, even when her lace panties peeked out from between her thighs, revealing the dark hair around her small opening and the full shape of her labia.
She proactively rested her legs on him, and sometimes her soles would brush against Jian Yuan’s yet unerect pen!!s between his legs. Not only did they brush, but she also teased a few times, quickly arousing a surge of blood rushing to the tip of his pen!!s.
Jian Yuan grabbed her restless foot and pressed down on the restless movement of his pen!!s between her hips. “He Luo, am I spoiling you too much?”
“Hmm?” He Luo pretended not to understand, absentmindedly biting her lip. “What’s wrong?”
“Make my c**ck hard, and I’ll spread open your little p**sy and fck you all the way in.” Jian Yuan’s gaze fell between her legs, waves of desire surging in his eyes.
He wasn’t joking.
He Luo was indeed frightened. She wanted to see him erect, to see the desire in his eyes, but she wasn’t prepared to take all of Jian Yuan’s large c**ck into her small p**sy. She was afraid of pain. If she were to be penetrated all the way…
She remembered the purple-red giant she had seen last night. It was definitely very painful!
Her sensitive p**sy trembled between her thighs, and He Luo obediently let Jian Yuan massage her without moving around.
Her bruised legs didn’t look so scary anymore.
This rare service probably wouldn’t be enjoyed for long…
Jian Yuan pulled down the skirt around her waist and kissed her face. “Luo Luo, go back to your room and sleep.”
He Luo mumbled sleepily in response, but didn’t move. Later, she vaguely felt a thin blanket added to her body.
From childhood to now, in any new environment, He Luo couldn’t sleep well due to her discomfort. She was also curious why she could fall asleep so defenselessly in Jian Yuan’s home.
Later, she realized it was the sense of security that Jian Yuan gave her.
He was very patient with her, very restrained, and took care of her feelings carefully. Even in situations like last night, when the atmosphere seemed uncontrollable even to He Luo, he didn’t lose control. Even after ejaculating once, his c**ck remained hard…
He Luo pulled the thin blanket over her face.
It seemed that her affection for Jian Yuan had grown a little more…
The fruit shop was quite busy at night, and Jian Yuan was afraid she would feel bored staying there, so he specially came up to accompany her during dinner.
Until half past ten, He Luo heard the sound of the door handle turning and knew Jian Yuan was back.
“Jian Yuan, I brewed some flower tea for you. Have a cup to quench your thirst.”
The lights were on in the room. He Luo came out from the porch, adding a bit of liveliness to this originally quiet home.
“No need to bother.” Jian Yuan embraced her waist, his big hand rubbing against her skin. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
“My ankle is no longer swollen, and it’s not that painful. It’s not like it’s broken. Why act so fragile…” He Luo bit her lip.
Her hint was obvious, how could Jian Yuan not understand? Her words almost made his c**ck stand up.
He Luo stared at him for a moment, finally couldn’t help but joke, “Hmm, are all the delivery men at the fruit shop in such good shape?”
Jian Yuan lifted his clothes, revealing his waistline, smiling, “Do you want to touch to make sure?”
She liked this kind of straightforward person.
“…I really touched.”
In the porch, the dim light highlighted the man’s waist and abdomen, which were stronger and more explosive than she had imagined.
He Luo licked her dry lips lightly and raised her head. “Your abs are strong. I wonder how they are in bed?”
“Want to find out?”