Broken-Winged Angel - Chapter 9

With the movement of Zhao Yibo, my lower body came with a tearful pain. His movements tore my body and tore my soul.

It is impossible to look back…

I froze into the body like a Thunder, and my head is blank. Suddenly, I think I seem to be making a ridiculous and absurd dream.

Their movements are still going on, and they have not stopped because of my despair.

Why can you empty your mind, abandon your reason, and get away from the pain that the soul can still be sensitive to the flesh?

Zhao Yuxuan hugged my head with both hands and pressed hard against his body. The lower body also pushed forward with force, and the front of his male bulge slammed into the depths of my throat. A feeling of nausea and vomiting surged, but I couldn’t spit it out. His thick male was full of my entire mouth.

The intense pain caused me to clench my fists and tighten my arms. The rough rope on my wrists broke my delicate skin because of my force, and fell into my body. A trace of bright red blood sheds from my wrist, showing a kind of death. The beauty of it.

After entering my body, Zhao Yibo began a rapid and violent thrust, each of which was a solid and violent impact with the weight of the whole body.

My fragile body almost broke open. The intense pain of fiery and tearing made me cry in pain, but the male who filled my mouth blocked my crying, and I was crying in pain.

The long-standing metamorphosis desire made them crazy wild beasts. Zhao Yibo put my high-legged legs on his shoulders. He launched my body. I don’t understand the physiological characteristics of men. I I thought that he was over and he was relieved.

However, I am wrong.

He opened his legs with both hands and opened them to the limit, then he sat between my legs, holding my slender waist in one hand and deep into my body again. Furiously pumped in. My petite and fragile body swayed with the madness of his crazy actionaholics.

Zhao Yuxuan felt the shaking of my body and adjusted the speed of his thrusting, so that his male could go deeper into the depths of my throat.

I feel that I seem to be tortured to death by them.

But slowly, a strange feeling rises from my lower abdomen. This is a feeling I have never had before. As time has accumulated, it has dominated my body, and I can’t even tell whether it is extremely painful or extremely pleasant. It is so strong, my body has been controlled by it, I even think that it has penetrated my soul and given me life.

“Well……… um………” I can’t help myself.

My embarrassment seems to encourage them. Their movements began to become more violent and faster.

Zhao Yuxuan suddenly increased the strength of the thrust. After several heavy blows that almost pierced my throat, a turbid liquid came into my throat. I showed a painful and horrified expression, and I wanted to open my mouth and spit it out, but he firmly held my head, and the male symbol that was still in the jet was still firmly occupying my mouth.

“Swallow, baby.” His hoarse command.

I do not! I looked at him with gaze and rebellion.

“Well?” He looked at me dangerously and unhappy, and the man who was in my mouth punctured and slammed, seeming to tell me what would be terrible if he did not obey his orders.

The previous lessons made me dare not resist again, swallowing. However, it is too much, and some liquids that have not swallowed in time flow down the corners of the mouth.

He pulled the man who had been softened by the release and pulled it out of my mouth. He stepped over from me and stood by the bed to appreciate the scene where Zhao Yibo continued to vent on me.

The feeling of shame came again. I turned my face and turned away, avoiding his sullen eyes. My little mouth was almost unable to close after such destruction. The muscles of the mouth came with a kind of pain and exhaustion caused by stretching to the limit, and a sore feeling of burning in the throat.

But the hot feeling that dominates my body has become more intense, and continues to increase with Zhao’s actions.

“Ah…ah…” I made a shameful snoring in my sore mouth.

Under the watchful eye of Zhao Yuxuan, Zhao Yibo’s actions also accelerated. He slammed against my water-filled lower body, making a “squeaky” slap, mixing me with a charming, sympathetic symphony.

Under his violent thrust, a heat flow is involved in my body, more and more, and it is getting stronger and stronger. After breaking through the extreme, it broke out in my body. My eyes are blank and my body is violently twitching.

“Ah………” I screamed dying.

As I broke out, Zhao Yibo also reached the limit. He suddenly left my body. A turbid white liquid spouted from the front of his male and sprinkled on my sweat-soaked face…