Chapter 457

He kissed her lips, didn't kiss her deeply, and a low smile came out of her throat

Chi Huan hurriedly nods, "yes, you think about the consequences, don't be impulsive..."

The man stared at her face, smiled slowly, his voice became more hoarse, "but now I feel very sad What do you say to do? "

She pretended, "I'll bring you yogurt..."

It's been so long How could it be spicy.

Mo Shiqian directly uses hard objects to top her, and the breath becomes more hot. "It's hard here..."

Chi Huan closed her eyes and felt as if she had been forced into a desperate situation deep in the valley.

The man's hand went deeper.

She gave a low cry and said in a hurry, "I'll help you I'll help you with my hand, and you'll untie the scarf. "

She knows whether he eats soft or hard.

At this time, she didn't do anything to escape completely. It was impossible. She knew it.

I can only say that.

But the man not only didn't untie the silk scarf as she wanted, but bowed his head and held her ear bead. The hot and flexible tongue licked her forcefully, bringing out a strong current, and rushed away in her whole body.

He took off her thin, vertical, wide leg Capris and simulated some movement across the last layer of fabric.

She had only the silk shirt that had not been completely taken off but had no effect of shielding. The red fruit's almost delicate body was covered with a layer of light pink, like the shrimp just under the pot, trying to curl up.

The man breathed steadily and evenly, but she murmured several times.

The long and bony fingers take off the last cloth of her lower body, eyes stare at her red to bleed, and can cry out like a face at any time, "really want to help me?"

At this time, Chi Huan didn't understand what kind of help he said. He nodded his head vaguely when he heard this sentence, and nodded his head in tears when he was wronged. "Yes You've loosened my hand Ah! "

She opened her eyes incredulously.

She thought he would let her go, but it turned out to be completely entered by a man unexpectedly.

"Bastard"

after he enters, he doesn't move any more.

When Chi Huan's voice fell, there was only silence in the bedroom.

Before her slightly open mouth was closed, he put his back hand around her waist and rode on him in a different posture.

The weight of the whole person pressed down, no doubt to the deepest place, sudden violent stimulation, let her involuntarily raised her head, throat issued a woman's delicate and charming exhortation.

When her bound hand was pressed on his chest, Chi Huan found that he did not know when to untie the silk scarf tied to the head of the bed.

"You You... "

After you two times in a row, she can't say the follow-up. The brain is the follow-up.

Mo Shiqian gets up and kisses her lips. He holds her slender waist with his hands. He holds her buttocks with his hands, and looks up and down as he moves up and down.

He kisses on his lips and is completely under control.

She had some sense at first, but with the surging sense of speed, her consciousness would be engulfed by the suffocating joy.

Her long dark hair is scattered on her shoulders. Her white body is hung with a silk shirt that hasn't been completely removed. Her face is red and bleeding. Under her curled eyelashes, her eyes are half squinted and blurred. Her red lips are overflowing, high and low.

The beauty of her face made it hard to tell whether she was miserable or happy.

Mo Shi Qian's bloodshot eyes are always staring at her face, and the color of the eyes is getting deeper and deeper.

He leaned up again to kiss her lips, buttoned her hips and slowed down her hands. At the end of the day, she even put them in vain, but the woman didn't seem to notice. She just felt that the rhythm was too slow, too slow for her to suffer, and consciously accelerated.

When the strength of his hand is completely removed, she is moving.

Mo Shiqian unties the silk scarf of her wrist silently with her free hands.

Chi Huan's brain has been confused. Her hand is on the muscle of the man's abdomen, and the control is in her hand. She unconsciously gropes for her excitement point, controls the angle and rhythm, and moves in a comfortable way.

But this position obviously It's easy to get tired.

When she finally realized that she was tired because of her lack of strength, and finally realized that a compelling sight fell on her. Her half open eyes slowly recovered her sight, and she saw the handsome face of the man who looked like a smile.

Brain boom, pool Huan dead bite his lips, face hot at any time can send out a white mist.

Mo Shiqian's head rests on the head of the bed, with his hands clasped against the back of his head.

He didn't take her by the hip for a long time It's always her own initiative.

This recognition made the overwhelming sense of shame surge. Chi Huan hurriedly tried to avoid his sight, only to look down and see the long red mark on the man's chestProbably by her fingernails.

Her hand has also been released.

She closed her eyes again and looked out of the window.

The French windows are based on the darkness outside, reflecting their outline clearly.

And the waist of the scattered long hair, exquisite ups and downs of the curve, straddle the man sitting on the body, the whole picture sexy.

Mo Shiqian gets up and kisses her. He holds her palmed face with one hand. The voice from his throat is too hoarse. The hot breath burns her skin. "Tired?"

For this reason, it's hypocritical to say no again, although she still has unspeakable sadness in her heart.

But Chi Huan's hands still encircled his neck, and there was no other expression on his face except blushing and dazed. There was some emptiness, she whispered, "well, very tired."

The man kissed her lips and muttered in a hoarse voice, "rest then."

That's to say, he still kisses her, holding her by the waist and making her move again slowly.

At the end, she did not lie on his waist, and soon went down, cuddled by the man in his side.

After a while, her tightly curled toes were relieved, and there was no other sound in the air.

The silence was perverse.

Mo Shiqian frowned and looked down at the face buried in her chest. She closed her eyes and kept silent, as if she had fallen asleep. However, some light red and some wooden faces made her look vulnerable and like a lost child.

He reached out and touched her face. He murmured, "unhappy?"

I thought she would pretend to sleep, but the woman turned around in his arms towards the side of the French window. Her long hair covered most of her face, and her voice was so low that she could only distinguish the content. "Sleep, I'm tired and sleepy."