Faintly, the voices in the ear seemed to be gradually disappearing. At the beginning, I could still hear the sound of the wind outside, but then I couldn't hear anything, only the beating hearts of each other.
The T-shirt on his body has been soaked in the water for some time, and it looks like enchanting flower petals blooming on the surface of the water. It looks extremely beautiful.
His hand pressed hers, as if he was guiding her intentionally, and let her fingertips rest on his trousers, even the breath that hit her ear was hot.
The posture of the two of them has not changed, she is still on top.
It's just that this made Bo Jiu more passive.
The water in the bathtub shook and rippled.
When his breath infiltrated, Bo Jiu felt his whole body was numb, his eyes were stained with layers of water mist, his white teeth bit his thin lips lightly, and even the corners of his eyes were slightly stained red.
The water droplets from the waves hit her collarbone as white as porcelain jade.
This made Qin Mo's body tense to the extreme, even his eyes were stained scarlet.
Qin Mo, who wanted to take his time, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed the man's waist and exerted all his strength.
Bo Jiu trembled, only to feel a tingling sensation like a storm, sweeping her whole body with water.
Hot everywhere.
She wanted to move, but she couldn't exert any strength in her hands and feet.
Such an urgent fit.
Makes people crispy all over.
Bo Jiu wanted to grab something.
But he interlocked his fingers and held it in his hand.
Hugging with the one you like is probably going to sink.
"Bo Xiaojiu."
His voice was deep and deep, and he kept calling her name, with more and more strength, Bo Jiu could only sink into it without the slightest resistance.
On the contrary, it was the numbness that made her want to see him closer and tighter.
She could see the sweat on his forehead and the tense profile of his face. Once the sense of abstinence was broken, he would be a charming beauty.
She likes to see such a beauty, because only she can see him like this, taboo-like bewitchment, like a high god who has been dyed a little black by her.
The temperature in the entire bathroom is rising.
Fog was rising everywhere.
The water in the bathtub gushed out again and again, overflowing out of the bathtub.
The rose petals stuck to Bo Jiu's body, making the Z tattoo on his waist more and more charming.
With such a sense of impact, Bo Jiu could only follow his movements, lost and lost...
It was hard to wait until he stopped.
Bo Jiu's hand has no strength and wants to push people away.
But he put his breath on her ear: "It's not that you want to be on it, huh?"
"It's not this way." Bo Jiu's breath became chaotic.
Qin Mo kissed her neck: "Which way is that?"
"I'm leading." Bo Jiu's eyes dimmed.
Qin Mo took advantage of her loss of consciousness, held her waist, and pressed down: "You are too weak to enjoy yourself, but you look like this, which makes people want to destroy you."
Bo Jiu bit her lips tightly, as if only in this way could she hold back the sound that came out of her mouth.
Bo Jiu frowned, biting her lips harder.
He swiped his fingers over, and his low voice was coaxing: "Call my name, and I'll let you go when I say it."
"Mo..." Bo Jiu leaned over and put her arms around his neck, looked at him condescendingly, and lightly licked his chin, which is both beautiful and evil: "Are you sure you want to stop here, endure ? "