Kissing, domineering forcefully, and rolling her lips without any mercy, as if she was rubbing her lips as if she was plasticine.
Wang Aoshuang felt that he had such a relationship with Gu Chun, so she didn't want such a thing to happen again. She could only subconsciously resist and break free from his hands.
But the more she resisted, the more she attracted his unscrupulous suppression, and his lips and tongue frantically attacked the city and the ground, and his hands hugged her tightly like iron arms, as if she wanted to cover her and swallow her like a belly.
His lips were as hot as the hot carbon just taken out of the fire, burning her lips into a red color.
Although she could not resist his oppression, she still wanted to avoid his lips and tongue desperately, and closed her mouth tightly to prevent him from entering her mouth.
But Ling Ang was extremely cunning, and he completely put her lips into his mouth and sucked them violently, so that she could not breathe a trace of air.
Wang Aoshuang was suppressed without any breath, and felt her lungs becoming more and more uncomfortable, as if she was about to suffocate.
Feeling her endurance, he let go of her lips and let her breathe.
While she opened her mouth, his tongue took the opportunity to drive straight into her. Her tongue was tangled and tumbling in her mouth, making her breath that had just recovered became messy.
Wang Aoshuang completely surrendered and had to stop resisting and let him kiss fiercely.
Feeling her obedience, he frantically plundered and began to change rhythmically.
Both of them were wet by the heavy rain, and the water stained on their hair fell down one by one, dripping on their lips, slowly oozing into their mouths, emitting a hint of saltiness.
The dry lips that were sucked by him gradually became moisturized, and a hint of lingering feeling was created between every toss and passionate kiss of his heart. The resistance from the heart gradually disappeared.
After a storm-like invasion, his anger seemed to have dissipated a lot.
Seeing her change, his kiss gradually took advantage of the stability, licking her lips obsessedly, and rolling around her tongue smoothly, just like him before, eager and lingering.
His hands gradually relaxed, hugging her affectionately, and gently stroked her back.
The long-lost gentleness made her stiff body softer little by little, and slowly collapsed into his arms.
The two of them were soaked in soaked clothes tightly together, and their bodies were only a slight distance away.
Slowly, Ling Ang's breathing began to become gasping and hot again, and the breath he exhaled became more and more messy.
He hugged her tightly and kissed her deeply. The desire in his body surged violently like slurry in his body, running wildly, trying to pour out.
He finally couldn't control himself, pressed her onto the wall, and his hand slowly slid down in front of her buckle.
But Wang Aoshuang suddenly caught his hand.
He raised his head and looked at her in a messy breath.
"Ling Ang, don't you already have Gu Chun?"
"Are you jealous?" His voice was very light, but he couldn't hear his emotions.
She looked at him quietly without making any noise.
He leaned closer to her face, his tone seemed real, "This is a punishment for you, it has nothing to do with anything."
He kissed her lips again and wiped off her clothes little by little...
In the bathroom, the atmosphere began to warm up, and the spring scenery spread layer by layer...