Then he entangled her tongue with her, lingering, sucking and dripping. The strength was just like his hand. In addition to the numbness of the bones, the nerves were also numb.
The hand that stayed on her waist continued to linger gently, brushing her waist back and forth, like a feather passing by, gently but touching the sensitive nerves in her body.
The warmth on her lips and the extreme tenderness on her body made her tight body slowly begin to soften...
The consciousness of resistance is no longer strong, and gradually fades away. The thoughts are driven away bit by bit, and the mind becomes blank...
The effects of alcohol were fully released at this time, producing countless fascinating confusions and confusions, paralyzing her final sanity.
Let her forget him, forget herself, and forget her initial resistance.
The heat began to slowly build up in the body, accumulating more and more, and finally traveled throughout the body.
Feeling that his tenderness was working, he put her hands around his body and let her hug his passionate body.
His lips and tongue also began to move her, allowing her to cater to his passion and hunger.
The teasing of one person's lips and tongue began to turn into an infatuated entanglement between the two. Every move was so passionate that they no longer deliberately flinched, but allowed the other person's breath to melt into passion in their mouths.
My breathing is getting hotter and hotter, with heavy gasping sounds, causing the surrounding temperature to rise crazily...
The kiss gradually changed from passionate to overbearing and wild... and the friction began to change from gentle to out of control.
I feel that the hardness under my body has reached the point of being uncontrollable.
He slowly pressed his lower body closely against hers, letting his heat and hot kisses bury deeply into her body...
The night is so hot...
……………………
the next day.
The morning sun shines brightly across the earth, but it cannot shine into the room that was boiling and boiling last night.
The ambiguous atmosphere that permeates the surroundings is still strong and makes people shy.
Zhao Yumo supported his head, which was still a little swollen, and slowly sat up from his bed.
I caught a glimpse of Zhang Yueze, who was still sleeping soundly next to me, and felt an inexplicable panic in my heart.
Damn it, she had such a hot scene with this man last night, how could she face him? She would be even more entangled with him in the future.
She pressed her sore eyebrows and turned her eyes away sadly. Annoying!
(Dear friends who like Ze Shao, I have given you the passion you strongly requested. Hehe, I hope you will often go to the message area to comment and give high scores when you have time. Lingdang will be very grateful to you!)