Chapter 232

Chang Cong felt that the place where the man's palm passed was like a fire burning, which lit her skin a little bit.

The man's palm is not as cold as she imagined, but unexpectedly hot and frightening.

Unconsciously cause the shudder of the body.

Often gruel gruel desperately want to control the strange feeling from the body.

She now found that her body was unexpectedly sensitive, men now do not have any big action, just simply floating around her waist.

Her body has been unconsciously light tremor, body uncontrollable soft for a ball, no strength.

If she hadn't found something wrong, she would have bitten the corner of her lip. I'm afraid it would have leaked out from the corner of her lip

In fact, it's no wonder that Chang Cong has no experience of falling in love at all.

Kissing is only under the strong grasp of Feng Tingmo. How can there be other deep physical contact.

Naturally, I don't know my body reaction.

Now that she knows, she would rather not know. It's too shameful.

Originally, he couldn't resist Feng Tingmo's strength, but now he's all right. He can't lift any strength at all. He's just at the mercy of others.

It's terrible!

Often porridge face despair, but there is no way.

Then, there are physiological reactions that can't be controlled by themselves.

Mingming doesn't want to be like this in his heart, but his body can't control the feeling of happiness.

Two kinds of feeling mingle together, let often gruel life is not like death.

Contrary to her feelings, Feng Tingmo's body was more and more tense.

I had guessed before that this woman must be very soft. When she was carrying her through her clothes, she could feel something, but it was not so intuitive.

The moment his hand touched his skin, Feng Tingmo's mind flashed the idea of "sure enough".

This woman, usually wrapped up tightly, but the figure is really speechless.

The greasy touch of the beginning makes people love it. I want to indulge in it all the time.

Feng Tingmo has always been a man who doesn't pay attention to women, otherwise, with his status, what kind of women he wants can't get.

How to often porridge here, what rational bottom line all disappeared, fingers ambiguous in her waist free.

Two people's bodies fit closer and closer, hoping to rub the woman directly into his body.

The usual restraint and forbearance is totally out of the question at this moment.

This will just want to love the woman under me.

Palm is no longer satisfied with the waist of the skin, began to gradually move up.

Feeling that Feng Tingmo's action is almost crazy, what she worries most is that it will happen at last.

Just realized that they can not escape, often gruel gruel can only comfort themselves in the bottom of my heart.

This man usually looks at himself so unpleasant, how can he be so close to himself.

I'm sure I just lost my mind for a moment. I'll go out after a while. Nothing will happen.

At this time, although knowing his own idea is ridiculous, Chang Cong is still willing to adhere to this belief.

What if, what if you bet right?

But as the man's hand gradually moved up, then a glimmer of hope will be broken, what reason, completely disappeared.

All she knew was that she couldn't let things go any further.

Otherwise, she must not be able to bear the consequences!

I don't know where the strength comes from, or the last fight of Chang Cong.

Chang Cong can only move her body desperately. Under the condition of limited movement, Feng Tingmo feels her resistance to the greatest extent and wants to wake up the man's reason.

Stop! Stop... It can't go on

However, she didn't know that the man was in a state of burning with lust at this time, and endured very hard.

If she looked at it carefully, she would find that the corners of men's eyes were even faintly red.

She's still moving around.

The friction of the body, a little bit to stimulate the nerve of Feng Tingmo.

Feng Tingmo can even feel his temples beating wildly.

This is a good thing. The reason that could have persisted for a while completely collapsed.

Often porridge is ignorant, just blindly twisting the body.

Feng Ting Mo gently stroked Chang Cong's skin, moved his hand up little by little, and suddenly became wild.

Wantonly knead in the waist, often porridge pain frown.

But the man did not stop at this point, with the feeling, hand directly covered the final destination.

For a moment, the sense of fullness of the hand froze the man's subconscious action.

Because of this sudden change, Chang Cong's whole body froze.

This man... This man really dares!

How dare he!

I don't know whether it's grievance or resentment, or maybe it's humiliation. Chang's tears can't be controlled any more. They flow out directly, and even become more and more intense.

Feng Ting Mo felt the change of women for the first time because she was close to her.

She... Cried?

The man who has always been cold faced and merciless is a bit at a loss for the first time.

Put the hand on the chest of Chang Cong, take it out directly and put it on the woman's face carefully.

The moment I met the corner of my eye, I felt the wetness of my fingertips. Feng Tingmo's fingertips shrunk subconsciously, just like being burned.

Mingming has let go of changcong, but the woman under her seems to be silly and has no response.

Just the tears in the corner of the eye, like opening the valve, keep flowing.

Feng Ting Mo opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something.

But look at the woman's closed eyes and close her mouth again.

I sipped the corners of my lips and said nothing more.

Looking at the woman on the bed, Feng Tingmo's eyes flashed a touch of dark, staring at her for a long time, and finally got up directly.

Turned into the bathroom, after a while came the sound of water, it is obvious that the man is washing at this time.

Until I heard the sound of the water, Chang Cong felt like he had a sense of security. He could no longer suppress his grievances. He cried out, as if he wanted to cry all his grievances.

It's getting louder and louder.

In the bathroom, Feng Tingmo, who heard the cry of Chang Cong, was washing his hands for a moment, and his face was even more condensed.

Just standing quietly under the water, let the cold water wash away his desire, call back some reason lost because of drinking.

Feng Ting didn't know how long he had washed. In short, he was cold and warm all over.

And outside of the Chang Cong, not much better.

At first, I felt aggrieved, so I was crying.

As a result, I couldn't figure out why I was crying.