He gently sipped her ear beads and his little tongue, patiently outlining the outline of her ears. At the same time, one palm was pressed unscrupulously on her heart. His fingertips gently rubbed the dazzling red top of the mountain.
The plum, watching it bloom gradually from the buds that are about to bloom.
"You..." Luo Qingxue took a deep breath, but his other hand slowly moved downward, downward, passing by his flat belly, and then down—
"Don't!" Her whole body trembled violently, as if she was caught in an evil spirit. Leng Yunting's thin lips casually brushed her ears across her cheeks and fell to the corners of her lips.
He gently held her lower lip, sucked and spitted, and finally, he still attached himself to his tongue deeply.
There was fog gradually in her eyes, and her originally tense body gradually relaxed and relaxed. Perhaps she knew that she could not escape anyway, although she did not cater to it, she could not resist very pretentiously.
"Look, they all said they were hungry--" Leng Yunting licked her lips gently, pressed her heart with one hand, and pressed her - Secret Garden with the other.
"Woo--" It was not crying, she just made a pronunciation from her throat unconsciously, and her whole body kept trembling.
"They all said they wanted-" This time, he guided her tender palms, and the palms were sliding across his eyes, his lips, his Adam's apple, his heart, and finally, his hot place.
Luo Qingxue quickly threw her hands away as if she was burned.
"You'll like it-"
He pressed her tightly, as if awakening every cell in his body. The flames gradually familiar in his body made her afraid and expectant, confused and yearning.
In the past countless nights, they were so closely connected, without distinguishing each other. They were like countless bizarre dreams, sweet and long, like poisonous wine. Although drinking it can make people feel heartbroken, it is also sweet.
"Qingxue, give yourself to me, and give it to me completely-"
His voice was hoarse and swaying, like a wave, like an ancient banyan tree, with mixed roots, filling all her life. She opened her blurred eyes, trying hard to recall her consciousness, but it seemed that she was
It floats in the air and can't be caught.
He did not give her any chance to find an independent consciousness, and when she was addicted, she fell deeply into it.
She took a breath of cold air, unable to sense the pain, but felt ashamed and happy, as if she never knew herself again.
He no longer hesitated, and when she could accept herself, she began to bury her head. Every time she could make her scream, confused, and crazy, he had already understood every part of her body and every trace of her body, making her lose control.
It made her collapse, put her on the verge of death, but it made her fly to heaven.
In the darkness, her hot body was deeply entangled. She clearly resisted, escaped, and endured, but her body, which was tortured by him, surrendered again and again.
His hands and tongue can always easily defeat the high armor she built, make her obsessed, let her enjoy, make her unknowingly give up resistance, stop thinking, and finally only know in the vortex he gave
In the middle, the deeper the sinking, the deeper the sinking.
How much she hated him! She wanted him to die! But she didn't want him to die easily!