For some reason, his fingers gently slid across her body's touch, making her tremble even worse.
She was really scared, and she was really worried.
This strange skin touch and this strange emotion made her feel particularly uncomfortable.
Although she had that experience, had a brief crush, and had even had the memories of hooking up with Leng Yunting a few times.
However, she has never been soothed by a man with such "pity".
It seemed like the itchy mark caused by a small fish pecking over the body, it seemed like a gentle feather floating by.
It caused her to feel trembling.
She couldn't tell whether it was scared or cold, and she was trembling.
Especially the jade skin under his palm, the temperature suddenly rose when the palm of his palm was rubbing. However, when her fingers left, she immediately felt cold and cold.
His chest was gently pressed against her body. The swaying left and right made her look like a rope, twisted into a rope.
His fingers, from the snow mountain to the lower abdomen, went down.
Once again, he pulled to the edge of her pants.
This time, Luo Qingxue trembled obviously, but she did not object anymore.
Feeling that she no longer resisted, Leng Yunting gently unzipped the zipper of her jeans.
"Shit"
Although the two sounds were not very loud, they were particularly clear in the claustrophobic car and in the quiet dark night.
She couldn't help but her eyelids twitched.
Then, she closed her eyes tightly as if she had accepted her fate.
But the eyebrows were slightly frowned.
Jeans are a little more complicated for men.
But it will never stop the possibility of men wanting to continue.
This time, his movements were extremely gentle.
Even when he was pressing against Luo Qingxue, he did not pull it off very arrogantly.
And, how to say it.
Looking at her white legs, which were expanded little by little in front of him, the wonderful visual impact was really unparalleled!
Although I have so many women.
But there are few such tastes!
It's like a child unpacking the gift bag.
Layer after layer, looking forward to the surprises inside.
Finally, she pushed her jeans to the bend of her legs.
He sat down, condescendingly, unbuttoning his belt.
With a "punch", his Dunhill belt was unbuttoned at once!
Her eyelids jumped gently with his movements.
However, she did not open her eyes because of this, and still lay stiffly on the sofa, as if waiting for him to pick it up.
Under the belt buckle, there was a jingling sound of zippers.
His seiko trousers also fell down.
It can be seen clearly that the small tent supported by his bottom and pants.
He attached it gently again.
The two bodies, except for two pairs of thin underwear, had no obstacles.
The kiss fell gently on her cheek.
Her body was tight, like an open bow. Tears slid down from her eyes again.
Even if she knew, she would have no power to resist and could only enjoy it.
But what she cried was not only the fate of not resisting, but also the reaction of her betrayal of her dignity and her heart and body.
She wanted to pull her heart, her self-esteem and pride away from her dirty body.