A wave of insult surged into her eyes, and she tried to struggle, but her hair would only be dragged more painfully, as if he was pulling her entire scalp out.
"Uh huh..." You shameless bastard, let me go.
His eyes became darker, and the fire clusters of love and desire surged up, reflecting her shadow, as if they were going to burn her. He kissed her harder and fiercer, and simply bit her lips directly, sucking her in.
The sweet breath made her breathless.
Yan Shaodi was a veteran in love, and even more so a master in this field. He knew where a woman's weak points were. Her struggle at the beginning was in vain. Her hands could only hit his wild and muscular chest feebly, and in the end she could only
Only when he could hold him weakly could he stand firm.
He ravaged her lips mercilessly, as if he wanted to swallow her whole, leaving her no room to breathe.
The passionate kiss spread to her neck...
His hands impatiently rubbed her plumpness through the thin clothes. Her face became more and more red and delicate, not knowing whether it was from anger or embarrassment. This feeling made her overwhelmed and made her gnash her teeth.
Anger, a kind of hatred that wanted to kill him.
He let go of her hair, held her in his arms with one hand, and tightened his arms tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to rub her into his body and become a part of him.
She breathed hard and cursed with all her strength: "Yan Shaodi, let me go, let me go!"
Protests only lead to deeper violence.
He sucked her delicate skin, and used his other hand to torture her plumpness, making his body as hot as iron.
In fact, the scolding she exerted with all her strength sounded like a sultry moan to his ears, which only made him more emotional. His lower body was already so hot and hard that it was impossible to let her go.
He doesn't care where this place is or that someone might come in at any time.
At this moment, this little wild cat-like woman has aroused his evil desires. If he let her go, he would be sorry for himself.
His fingers unbuttoned his jeans aggressively.
She pushed him desperately and pulled at her jeans desperately, wishing she could have more hands, but her strength could not match his.
With a careless effort, he pulled his jeans down to his knees. She felt his hardness that was full of danger and threat. Even an idiot knew what the next step was.
She didn't want to be brutally tortured by this person.
Her hands slapped him hard and randomly, and her nails scratched him hard, but he didn't avoid it at all. He lowered his head and bit her shoulder, biting her deeply and hard, and soon the kiss was sweet and sweet.
Then he changed his mind and absorbed the fishy sweetness, as if it was not blood, but the most beautiful and oldest wine.
"Ah..." She cried out in pain, "You've changed so much."
All the struggles and protests were the same as before, with no effect at all, and would only bring him deeper punishment and abuse.
He blocked her lips, and her mouth was still filled with the taste of their mixed blood. It was fishy and astringent, and she almost felt sick to her stomach. He tyrannically stopped her from talking, picked her up, and forced An Xia's hands to
Legs wrapped around his waist.
Feeling his hardness, she was so ashamed that she wanted to die!
When she almost suffocated, he suddenly raised his head, with deep lust and desire in his eyes. He carried her to the sofa and threw her down hard.