Chapter 142

Ye Chen didn't waste Yin from Zhao Yanyan so Ye Chen continued to suck the Yang Juice out of Zhao Yanyan's small hole

Ahhhhh . ., ahh. . . Zhao Yanyan continued to make a sweet moan, Zhao Yanyan's mind was already empty, Zhao Yanyan could only be passive in accepting this pleasure.

Seeing the preparations was enough, Ye Chen stopped to suck, preparing to take the courtesy of Zhao Yanyan.

Ye Chen took off all the clothes he was wearing, Zhao Yanyan saw Ye Chen take off his clothes and saw Ye Chen's big brother.

The size of Ye Chen's meat stick was 11 inches and its size was almost the same as Zhao Yanyan's wrist.

Initially Ye Chen's meat stick was only 4.5 inches long, but after practicing the king's heart technique unconsciously it became 11 inches

Zhao Yanyan who saw the big stick that was twitching was quite frightened, whether such a large object could get into him.

Ye Chen approached Zhao Yanyan and directed his meat level to Zhao Yanyan's small hole.

Zhao Yanyan: "Ye Chen, I'm a little scared"

Ye Chen: "Calm down, Yanyan, the pain will only be at ease after that. I'll make sure it feels very good.

"Then make me yours forever" Zhao Yanyan reached out his hand and waited for Ye Chen to insert his large meat stick.

Ye Chen then slowly walked in. When Ye Chen's large meat stick came in, Zhao Yanyan felt his body was like torn, Zhao Yanyan hugged Ye Chen's back and his nails scratched Ye Chen's flesh.

Finally, the meat stick managed to enter, Ye Chen did not move to look at Zhao Yanyan who was moved to tears.

"Does it still hurt?" Ye Chen asked.

Zhao yanyan "Ye Chen feels sick" After waiting for a few minutes the pain finally decreased "Ye Chen you can move now".