The sweet taste of milk tea is on the lips of Huarong.
Feng Jin breathed heavily, her fingers pinched on her waist.
Huarong's waist is very thin. When the palm is clenched, there is an illusion that it should be held in the hand.
Inadvertently, the scene of her riding on his body and swinging his slender waist flashed in his mind. Feng Jin's eyes shrank slightly, and suddenly stretched out his hand, pushing her away from his arms in some embarrassment.
In the dim light and shadow of the room, the man's white face showed a little less obvious blush.
The woman looked at his face, and suddenly she laughed, raised her finger and gently scratched it on his chest, "what's the matter? You blush, or... " The fingertips slide down his muscle texture vaguely and frivolously. At the moment when it falls on the zipper of his trousers, it is wrapped by the man's fingers. She tilts her eyes and looks at his tense expression, "hard?"
This woman is a goblin.
Feng brocade in the heart has a bit hard to hide the impatience, for oneself easily by the flower appearance to control the feeling y and feel upset.
Just a kiss made him burn, and his body immediately became hot.
Pinching her disordered fingers, Feng Jin lowered her voice: "it's time for you to rest."
His voice was hard to hide. Huarong looked at his reserved appearance and laughed. Suddenly, he stood on tiptoe and licked his throat.
"Well..." Feng brocade stuffy hums a, fling off her hand abruptly, looking at this smile Ying Ying Ying to look at him, the woman that does not know whether to die or not, stepped back a step, "what are you doing?"
Huarong does not speak, still just smile, just a pair of cat's eyes shining, as if to find some fun toys, full of interest.
This woman, she just doesn't know what to do!
"Fengjin."
Feng Jin heard his name spit out from her lips. Her voice was a little light, but it sounded very sweet. He heard Huarong gently say, "I call you love me."
Can't be led by her nose again and again.
You can't have sex with her anymore.
Always feel, continue like this, not only his body will be controlled by her, even the heart may also sink in this goblin body.
If he really fell in love with her, it would be the end of the world.
Feng Jin forced himself to calm down and took a step back. He turned to get out of the ambiguous y atmosphere.
Then he heard a soft laugh. His scalp was numb. Before he could react, he heard the sound of running. Huarong rushed from behind him, surrounded his waist, and reached into the gap between his trousers' waist
Her provocation is the last cluster of gunpowder in the impending ambiguous atmosphere. Feng Jin only feels the explosion of his whole body. The man who has endured to the limit loses his reason and is dominated by animal nature.
Huarong didn't know how to take it off. With a slight "Yi" sound, she was overwhelmed by Fengjin on the floor
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When Feng Jin wakes up gradually, what he sees is the tearful face on the carpet, which is bullied by him.
The pink mole at the corner of her eye was wet with her tears, like a small wet flower, fluttering and blooming in the corner of her eye.
His heart softened, he lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of her eye, and then he felt the burning pain on his body