Mu Qingyu had to work very hard to restrain herself from making seductive sounds.
Her body's conditioned reflexes were almost completely out of her control.
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"Well...Yunlin!"
She originally wanted to speak, but the man's lips suddenly came over and swallowed all her unnecessary words.
At first, the kiss was as gentle as a dragonfly touching water, with the tip of the tongue gently approaching, gently outlining the outline of her lips, and then slowly deepening, like a gentle lover's hands, bringing gentle skin contact.
The slightly sweet taste of red wine penetrated her tongue bit by bit, surrounding her tenderly. She involuntarily opened her teeth and let his greedy tongue penetrate into the warm mouth.
However, there was not yet a startling, gentle sucking, slowly transitioning to a wild and deep stirring. He began to occupy her entire mouth crazily, and his flexible uvula, as if it was insatiable, entangled her lilac and entangled her. , tactful, dancing, circling...
However, compared to the previous actions, she clearly felt that Leng Yunlin was different this time.
He is indeed enjoying himself, and he is indeed being wanton, but compared to the ruthless and obscene play before, he seems to have something more now.
How should I put it? The first night five years ago and the one three days ago are not counted because they have no memory. However, when she was awake, every time she came into contact with Leng Yunlin, he was merciless. He tore her clothes to pieces, teased and played regardless of the occasion, and even in front of Cheng Yaoyun, he could not blush and put his palms in her neckline to rub her wantonly.
And just now, he pressed her into the car without any scruples, using great force. It seemed that he didn't pity her at all, and he didn't care about her thoughts or her experience.
To put it bluntly, he is just an arrogant man who only cares about his own happiness and does not care about the feelings of his female companion. Maybe it is because other women dote on him and allow him to enjoy each other unscrupulously. Or, in his eyes, the so-called His secretary, his bed partner, never had the word "pity" in his eyes.
But, now, it seems there is something different.
His fingers were no longer just satisfied with controlling them. The pads of his fingers lingered on her soft body, touching her softly or heavily, circling around, stimulating her emotions little by little. Dance, hover, marvel, and be fascinated by it under your own palm.
She could feel that at this moment, while satisfying herself, he also wanted to arouse her emotions and make her gradually become addicted to him.
He is not a good man.
But only at this moment did Mu Qingyu understand so clearly in her heart.
Whether a man is playing or not, at this moment, he knows everything. Whether it is the flexibility of kissing skills or the superb way of pleasing women, it can only prove that this man has experienced countless things and has been wandering among flowers for a long time.
He just loves to have fun, so it's not a big deal. If he has money, he can naturally kill all those vain women.
But the problem is - he obviously treats those women as human beings.
To him, those women, including himself, were nothing more than a vessel for him to vent his physical needs, a pillow for his warm bed, and a toy for him to pass the time when he was bored.