Inside her felt like wet silk being twisted by a pair of hands, fluids seeping out to envelop him in warmth. The girl's tight passage was both gentle and fierce, gripping him so tightly it felt like it might snap him in two.

Zhou Ye was the first to lose control, letting go and allowing her to clumsily move back and forth on her own.

His hands splayed out to the sides, reveling in the pleasure of her taking control, their bodies coming together again and again. The sounds of their sweat-slicked skin meeting, along with the wet noises of their intimate friction, filled the air.

He half-opened his eyes, fixated on her passage as it took him in and out repeatedly.

Pulling out halfway and then thrusting back in fully, he was being ridden by her relentlessly. He even heard his own desperate panting.

He wanted to kiss her.

Zhou Ye exhaled, staring at her tightly pursed lips. He pulled her down by the waist, his palm pressing against the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair. He bent his legs, positioning himself to thrust into her passage deliberately.

"Open your mouth," he whispered, his voice barely audible, tinged with suggestive breath that only she could hear in this room.

Xia Yao opened her mouth, her moist lower lip bearing the marks of her teeth from trying to endure, making her look a bit foolish.

He pressed her head down forcefully, his tongue tracing her lips before he held her close and sucked on her tongue deeply.

On this large bed, the air was filled with trembling breaths and the suggestive sounds of their lovemaking.

Their breathing grew ragged and uneven, kissing until they were on the brink of losing control to the molten desire within. Then he gripped her bvttocks tightly, thrusting upward, focusing solely on pleasuring her.

His large member moved rapidly inside her, their bodies slapping together with a relentless "slap slap slap." Xia Yao was overwhelmed, feeling a fullness inside her, an itch and a tingling sensation.

Zhou Ye's er3ction was fierce, the tip of his member reaching deep inside her, stretching her entrance wide, his coarse pubic hair rubbing against her cl1toris, making it itch and tingle.

He pressed down on her bvttocks, panting as he watched her expression of surrender during s3x, and softly asked, "Do you love me the most, hmm?"

Lost in the heat of the moment, she was too busy panting to respond. The young man beneath her tensed his fingers and slapped her bvttocks hard. "Do you?"

That slap made her clench her shoulder blades, the beautiful butterfly bones on her pale back tightening.

"Yes... yes..."

The pain during s3x made her grip him even tighter. Her fingers clutched the sheets beside him, her voice tinged with a hint of tears as she quickly answered him.

Zhou Ye's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, watching the girl, her face flushed with sincerity as she answered him. He let out a strained pant, his hoarse voice softening with restraint.

"Then say you love me."

She fell silent.

She liked Zhou Ye, but he was asking her seriously if she loved him.

What was love?

Was it the love her grandmother had for her? Or the love her father and stepmother had shown her?

They had all said they loved her, but in the end, they left her alone at home.

The room was filled only with the sound of their bodies colliding, "slap slap slap." Xia Yao moaned continuously as he held her waist, thrusting into her hard and fast. His testicles slapped against her passage, sending her into a state of tingling fullness.

She was close to climaxing, reduced to just moaning, but Zhou Ye stubbornly kept thrusting while looking into her eyes, his dark gaze locked on her flushed, sweaty face, possessive and needy.

"Do you love me?"

"Do you love me or not? You're gripping my c0ck so tightly, does that mean you love me the most?"

"Say it." He slapped her bvttocks hard again, making her pant even more frantically, almost crying, her body convulsing wildly under his thrusts.

"Zhou Ye, mm... Zhou Ye..."

Her hands gripped his sweaty shoulders tightly, calling his name repeatedly in his ear.

The intensity made her nails leave red marks on his shoulders, her passage clenching him tighter with each convulsion, reaching a fierce climax amidst the thrusting and the burning pain on her bvttocks.

Her vision seemed to blur with a white light, fireworks exploding in her mind, her body lifted to the heavens by the tingling sensation.

But after the brief ecstasy, she was pulled back down by her still convulsing passage.

The intense pleasure brought her to climax, leaving her lower abdomen tingling, her passage sore and itchy from his relentless thrusting.

But Zhou Ye hadn't come yet, his er3ction still rock-hard. He flipped her onto the bed, pulling out briefly before spreading her legs and thrusting back inside.

"No... mm, no, I just came..."

Her fingers reached down, weakly trying to shield her still convulsing passage.

If he kept going now, it would be painfully sore.

But Zhou Ye was too caught up in the moment to care, his eyes fixed on her, cold yet burning with desire.

"Do you love me or not?"