She couldn't beg for mercy, but her body was pushed up and down by him, and he never took off her last barrier. He didn't really want to touch her.
But inexplicably, at this moment, she felt that she needed him, wanted him to take a step further, and wanted to truly integrate with him. Her waist slightly arched, and she pressed against him, and whispered in embarrassment: "I
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
Cheng Dongyang was a man, and he was so passionately entangled with a woman in bed. If he couldn't understand what she said, he would be a fool.
This kind of permission was fatal to a man who was burning with anger. He reached down with his hand and pulled off the small rag. When he pressed against her, he squeezed the piece away and was about to
When he was attacking the city and plundering the land, his dark eyes stared at her closely: "I ask you, who am I? Tell me!"
She opened her misty eyes. When the mist dispersed slightly, she looked at him faintly and said, "Am I qualified? Who are you? I have never been qualified. As long as you have the final say."
Is that an accusation? No. Is that a complaint? No. There was a touch of helplessness in her voice, and then she closed her eyes and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
Cheng Dongyang's eyes instantly became deep. He lowered his waist fiercely, breaking through all barriers and burying himself completely inside her. She was really tight, pressing up layer by layer, letting him
Think of that hazy night, her first night.
She groaned in pain, her little face buried in the pillow, her hands wrapped around his neck, and her legs wrapped around his waist. When he hit him deeply, her little face was buried deeply
around his neck.
She wanted such a union with him. She couldn't figure out her own thoughts. She only felt that such a union made her feel at ease and made her feel that she was still alive, alive with flesh and blood.
She squeezed him tightly, and he gasped, gritting his teeth and said: "Meng Yudong, you are really killing me!" As he said that, he already let go to kill her.
He always felt that it was not enough, no matter what he did, he just wanted to drill into her body, go deeper, and possess her more truly.
She was somewhat manipulating him, allowing him to put her in various positions and drill her in again and again. She felt that her heart was about to be pushed out. She screamed out, but was met with his anger~
A passionate and deep kiss.
They exchanged countless kisses, and her tears kept falling. Later, she forgot why she was crying. She begged him a little, asking him to slow down and be gentle, but she couldn't bear it.
But he didn't listen, and he kept finding happiness, until in the end, she fell into a sweet darkness and didn't know what was going on.
When she woke up again, he was no longer in bed. Her body was so sore that even when she sat up, she felt that her waist was about to break and split into two.
She heard the sound of running water in the bathroom. After a while, he came out in a bathrobe, glanced at her coldly and said, "I'm going back to Ji'an soon. Aaron will help you deal with it here. You also borrowed money from others."
Right, I put a card by your bedside, and you will return the money to them immediately, do you understand?"
She stared at him blankly and said nothing. He was changing clothes, and his hair was still slightly wet. He didn't care. After changing into his new suit, she couldn't help but said: "Your hair is still wet.
"
He turned to look at her. The little woman was sitting on the bed, holding the quilt in her arms, exposing a large area of her shoulders, with red and purple marks on them. An inexplicable sense of vanity arose in the man. He walked over and lifted
Lifting her chin: "Get up and blow dry my hair."
She didn't react for several seconds. Her clothes were outside the bed. She couldn't reach them. There wasn't a strand of clothes on her body. She blushed slightly and said, "Please help me get my clothes."
He was amused by her shy and awkward expression, and went to the sofa over there to get some new clothes: "Wear this, it was sent by Qihang."
She reached out to get it, but the man's hand retracted, and she straightened up to reach for it. When she couldn't reach it, without saying anything, the quilt was held down maliciously by him, and completely slipped off her body. There was a bright room above.
The thorniness made him happy.
Her face was as red as an apple with embarrassment. She quickly grabbed the quilt, wrapped it around herself, lowered her head and turned away from him. This man was clearly teasing her, it was so disgusting.
His hand fell on her cheek. If time hadn't allowed, he would have really wanted to have her. Thinking so, his lips had already pressed on her. But she immediately pushed her away, and he frowned, dissatisfied.
Look at her.
"I, I didn't brush my teeth." She tilted her head, her long hair falling on her shoulders. She didn't know that she was the most attractive, weak and lovable like this.
"I don't dislike you. Why are you hiding?" After he said that, he kissed her lips hard. In the early morning, her lips seemed to be stained with the sweetness of dew. He took a breath and couldn't help but deepen it.
He kissed her, wrapping her little tongue around her and kissing her again and again.
She was originally holding the quilt, but now his hand fell on her waist, and her whole body was tilted up. She had no choice but to hold on to his suit, and the quilt naturally slid down completely.
He was still well-dressed, holding one of her breasts in one hand, and his breathing began to quicken. It wasn't until he heard a few ticks that his cell phone was ringing. Then he stopped and slowly let go of her lips: "Get up.
, I have to go."
She was so embarrassed that she hugged the quilt, thinking that she was addicted to his kiss just now, and she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.
"Aren't you going to blowdry my hair? Why are you so dazed?" Cheng Dongyang liked to see her shy look, and was in a good mood for a while.
Only then did she come back to her senses, put on her clothes in a hurry, went to the bathroom to freshen up, and took out the hair dryer. "Sit there, and I'll blow it for you!"
In fact, Cheng Dongyang was about to leave, but he actually sat on the sofa and asked her to serve him.
His hair was very soft and dense. She consciously put her fingers on his scalp and massaged it carefully. She couldn't describe her feelings, but this man was obviously so busy. He came from Ji'an overnight to let Zhan Longhai
Get her off the operating table.
It was impossible for her to remain indifferent, her heart was hot and her heart was soft, but she no longer knew what to do with this man? She didn't even understand what he meant?
Just like last night, he asked her, who is he? This answer can only be answered by him, but he never answered!