"Ah—" Xiaotong was caught off guard and screamed, "What are you doing? Let me go..."
The man pursed his lips and smiled, and his arms were pressed.
Xiaotong's voice had not fallen, and the center of gravity was already unstable. With a thud, he pulled the whole person into the bathtub. In an instant, water splashed everywhere, and the two of them were stacked together in the most ambiguous posture. Men were lowered, women were upper.
His clothes were soaked and his curves were revealed. He was firmly pressed against his waist and his body was lying tightly on his naked chest. With such intimate contact, mixed with the disordered aura of the two, the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.
At this moment, Xiaotong was so embarrassed that she wanted to die.
He chuckled, and the warm breath swam around her, and the exhaled heat blew into her ears, itchy and stinging: "This is what you delivered to your door..."
"You..." Xiaotong was both ashamed and annoyed, struggling to get up.
But he didn't let her, his big hand tightly clasped her waist, and his rough thumb rubbed her skin through the wet and thin clothes, as if it was charged, making her involuntarily collapse on his body, and the strength in her body seemed to be drained in an instant.
"Let me go!" After struggling symbolically, her face blushed like the peach blossoms blooming on the branches in March.
He no longer gave her a chance to speak, and his big hand pressed her little head down, and then he kissed her petal-like lips deeply. "Um..." All Xiaotong's words disappeared into this kiss.
Compared to his skillful bed skills, men's kissing skills seem awkward, and obviously lacks rehearsal. Xiaotong is also very immature in this regard and has little practical experience. The two are like children who have just tasted the forbidden fruit, unable to help kissing while groping in depth.
Xiaotong clearly wanted to resist. Her reason reminded her that she should end the kiss and leave this dangerous man quickly, otherwise the subsequent development might not be under her control. She wanted to push him away and wanted to withdraw, but her whole body seemed to be drugged, without any strength. She even opened her red lips involuntarily, allowing him to take advantage of the situation and deepened the kiss.
She felt very ashamed, and hated that she could not resist the temptation of male sex, and felt that she was like a slut, unable to withstand teasing at all. He gave a little sweetness, and she asked for it like a child. His hands wandered in her delicate body, and whenever he went, it was like a magical place, making her whole body soft, like the slumber of spring water under her, completely melting on him.
"Xiaotong! Xiaotong!" As his lips and teeth were tangled, he called her name panting.
"Well..." Her eyes were as charming as silk, and her tiny moans flowed out.
He could no longer control himself, and sat up in his arms, trembling hands to remove the restraints of her whole body, and his eyes dyed with lust begging her, "Is it OK?"
She sat on him and felt that his place had already become as hard as iron. Her instinctive reserve told her to refuse, but what she vomited from her pink lips was a shy monophone: "Yeah."
He was very happy and his breath became chaotic. He stroked her, rubbed her gently, causing a numbness. She could no longer resist and could only let her heart go.
But this posture was so shameful that she couldn't accept it, so she begged: "Let's go to bed."