Chapter 1293

Rao is Huarong calm again, now also a little angry.

What do you mean, son of a bitch!

She has a pair of watery eyes with fire light, which makes her not so outstanding face look very moving. Fengjin looks at her fresh appearance, and has a slight shaking spirit.

Huarong's character, appearance, behavior style and style of dealing with affairs are far away from his wife in his heart. Gentle and beautiful, virtuous and virtuous, he is a very traditional man, the requirements of his wife, but also such a few.

And Huarong and his imagination of those adjectives, is really a little far away.

His life, after meeting Huarong, was taken away from his original planning track by her. And this woman, in his life wantonly destroyed, pat buttocks disappeared.

Don't give him the chance to regret, don't give him the chance to make up, so he left unscrupulously.

It is really worthy of Huarong, such a decisive and ruthless, than men are no less than.

"You bit me again!" The clavicle was gnawed by him, Huarong screamed with pain, and was furious, "Fengjin! You are caught by a dog

The man's strong body pressed on her, and her red fruit's body was close to his smooth black shirt. The thin cloth could not hide anything. She felt the hot temperature and wild heartbeat from Feng Jin.

To be frank with each other will not make Huarong feel much shame, but this completely suppressed situation makes her somewhat resistant. She curls up under him, frowns and says unhappily, "don't make trouble, OK? I'm really in a hurry."

"I said I wanted to fly, so I'll wait for my next life." He whispered in her ear, clenched her chin, bited her lip fiercely, tormented her ruddy lip with anger, until it was slightly swollen, he opened her shell teeth, squeezed into her mouth, and bit and sucked with the tip of her tongue.

Huarong slightly explodes the fireworks in her brain, and her upper jaw is licked. She curls up uncontrollably. She doesn't know how to deal with this ambiguous pleasure. She turned her head and tried to avoid his tyrannical and rude kiss, but she was too weak to use her strength.

Is kissing so comfortable?

She thought vaguely in her mind, would you like to go back with Yan Chuxi?

Fengjin also rarely indulged in her soft inside, lips and teeth contact, ambiguous and intimate, with a trace of indescribable satisfaction. He happily kisses Huarong again, and almost tasted her small mouth up and down, but it is not enough. Some deep desire in his body is lured out, which makes him want to absorb more.

He raised his head and looked at the woman under him with his eyes shrouded in desire. Huarong lies in his arms, still panting low, eyes watery, cheek crimson, that pink tear mole, let her more add a bit of charm.

He gazed at her, fingers slowly squeezed from her thighs, fingertips touched a touch of wet soft.

"Rong Rong..." He murmured in her ear, "is it so comfortable to kiss me Or did Yan Chuxi not completely satisfy you last night? "

His fingers went in, and Huarong gasped with surprise. Her slender fingers tightened his clothes. She frowned and felt his cruelty. When she got used to it, she raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes to him: "just now I lied to you. But you promise me one thing. "