The feeling of deep cold made the bitterness in her stomach start to twitch again, and she pushed hard to him.
Ben sinks in the fragrance of the beloved woman, and the sudden resistance from the chest to the chest makes Long Fei stunned suddenly. After the palace change, after the two were together again, she never rejected him again.
It was passion and desire ~ and anger. He frowned sharply, holding her hands with one hand, and resting on the pillow, her legs were pressed tightly by him, unable to move.
Kiss, without hesitation, with his harshness and punishment, fell **** her softness, the other hand penetrated into her skirt.
She struggled even harder, with a sobbing voice in his mouth, and a sudden pain in his heart, but his anger was deeper: he wanted her tonight!
A big palm lifted and tore her skirt.
The body is like a bird of surprise, the heart is ugly that night, but there is still a thin sober corner, Xuan Yuan knows that this is him, not Long Xiuwen.
They can't go on like this. Doesn't she let him touch her all her life? Doesn't she long for him?
Close her eyes tightly, she tried to relax her body.
His anger, she understood, from his hand his cocoon, his tight body covering her clearly. She thought he would enter her body like this.
the body trembled suddenly-his fingers slid into her deep.
She could not tell the feeling, happiness or relived sin.
As his fingers began to exert a little force in her, her belly was burning, and there was something faint under the belly. It was pain or pleasure. Her body ~ body was attached to him and had her own will. .
His breath grew heavier, accompanied by the wet sound of the fingers in and out of her body.
She opened her eyes slightly-I didn't know when the lights in the room were extinguished by him, replaced by the soft glow of the night pearl. The curtain was open, separating the bed curtain from the outer room, half black, half day, and hazy.
This does not prevent her from seeing the thin layer of sweat on his forehead. His eyes were dark and deep, and heavy, and those clear desires and anger were still fixed on them.
He was holding back, but was pleased with her.
A pain in her heart, he is the emperor. Why does he need to treat a woman like this.
The hand he was holding was a little painful, but it was the strength she could bear. No matter what the circumstances, he always cared for her. My heart was getting softer, and my body was softer slowly, not as stiff as before. The fingers wrapped in her palm couldn't help turning it slightly, holding his abdomen and rubbing his rough fingers.
His hand trembled.
The two eyes were slightly glued again, all the confusion in her eyes fell into his deep and hot eyes, and the fingers buried in her body were twisted and picked, her body could not help but slightly arched, just like that Reach her happiness in his caress.
Yu Yun has not disappeared, she just feels more and more burning on her face, afraid, ashamed besides trembling.
愣愣 愣愣 She looked at him.
But his lips draped over her again.
"Little Seven, you are so beautiful."
The light and dumb voice in the fierce entanglement between the two lips and tongue, she could not believe it, he always regrets the praise and the husky in his tone, so deep that she could hardly hear.
The man's feelings are not restrained. The loss of control he had never encountered seemed to be a little deeper than the loss of control over her body.
He still buried her hands in the deep and did not move, but she trembled violently-the depth of his kiss fell on her eyes.
She wanted to see his eyes, but could no longer, the uncontrolled softness burst out. She broke away from him, licked his throat, and kissed his veins.
He shouted, the two bodies have been entangled.
He was throbbing inside her, only going in and out of the deepest place, a little away, and then stabbed into her most suffocating tenderness.
His hugeness, inside her body, became more and more swollen, and she could hardly bear it.
She was a little scared, but she felt something slowly and slowly emerged from her body.
Tears fell from his eyes without warning.
In his wildness, she wrapped his neck and cried.
He was startled, holding his hands on both sides of her arm, stopping the movement. She stared at him, seeing the pain in his eyes, her brows tightened, holding back her desire.
"Did I hurt you?"
She loved to listen to the laziness in his eyebrows, but also loved when no one was in private, he said "how are you and me?"
Even if it hurts, as long as it is him, she is willing, she desperately shook her head, sat up slightly, and left his body.
He was silent, only deep condensed on her, his brows were distressed.
She closed her eyes and slowly sat on him, covered with silk, and fell lightly on his dragon brocade robe.
Just hurried joy, he did not even fade his robe.
Trembling hands to undress and undress him.
The sweat on his head grew thicker.
She could feel the blaze in his place, hot. He didn't move, but just reached over her face and wiped the hookah off her cheeks one by one.
Finally, like her, he opened his clothes.
She probed to his waist and groped for the new scar on his body.
He frowned, stared up at her, and held her hand to kiss again. The heavy feeling in his eyes was awake and full of depression. She bit her lip and kissed him. Lips.
甚至 甚至 She hasn't even tried to move yet.