Chapter 457

He kisses her on the lip, does not have the deep kiss, the low smile overflows from the throat, "really so worried about my waist injury?"

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

The man gazed at her face, slowly smiling, and his voice became more hoarse, "but I feel terrible now What do you say? "

She pretended to be silly. "I'll get you yogurt..."

It's been so long How can it still be hot.

Mo Shiqian directly used a hard object to top her, and her breath became hotter, "it's hard here..."

Chi Huan closed his eyes and felt as if he had been forced into 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 hands. You untie the scarves

He's soft or hard, she knows.

At this time, she did nothing and wanted to get away completely. It was impossible, and she knew it.

That's all I can say.

But the man did not untie the silk scarf as she would like, but lowered his head to hold her ear beads. His hot and flexible tongue vigorously licked it, bringing out a strong electric current, which spurred away in her whole body.

He took off her thin, vertical, wide legged Capris and simulated some movement through the last layer of cloth.

She had only the silk shirt that had not been completely taken off, but it could not cover her. Her pretty body was covered with a light pink, just like a shrimp in a pot. She tried to curl herself up.

The man breathed steadily and evenly, but she hummed out several times in a low voice.

Long and bony fingers took off the last fabric of her lower body, and her eyes were staring at her. She was so red that she could cry out at any time. "Do you really want to help me?"

At this time, Chi Huan didn't realize what kind of help he was talking about. Hearing this, he nodded his head vaguely, and nodded his head with some grievances and a cry, "yes You've loosened my hand Ah

She opened her eyes in disbelief.

She thought he would let her go, but he was completely surprised by the man.

"Asshole --"

after he went in, he didn't move again.

When Chi Huan's voice falls, there is only silence in the bedroom.

Before she closed her slightly open mouth, she was put around her waist by his backhand and rode on him in a different posture.

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

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

"You You... "

Two times in a row, she can't say the follow-up, the brain a follow-up.

Mo Shiqian got up to kiss her lips, holding her slender waist with both hands, and clasping her buttocks with his palm. With the action of lifting and pressing, he took her up and down to set his desire for a look.

He was kissing on his lips, and he was completely under control.

She had some sense at first, but with the increasing surge of pleasure, her consciousness would be swallowed up by this suffocating joy.

Her curly dark hair was scattered on her shoulders. Her snow-white body was hung with a silk shirt that had not been completely removed. Her face was red and bleeding. Under her curled eyelashes, her eyes were half narrowed, and her red lips were fluttering.

Her beautiful face made it hard to tell whether she was miserable or happy.

Mo Shi Qian's gradually congested eyes are always staring at her face, and her eyes become more and more deep.

He leaned up to kiss her lips and buttoned her buttocks. The hands that took her up and down slowed down. In the end, it was just empty. But the woman didn't seem to notice it. She just felt that the rhythm was too slow, too slow for her, and consciously accelerated the speed.

When the strength in his hand was completely removed, she was moving herself.

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

Chi Huan's brain is dizzy and chaotic. Her hand presses on the muscles of the man's abdomen, and the control is in her hand. She unconsciously gropes for her own exciting point, controls the angle and rhythm, and moves in a comfortable way.

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

When she finally felt tired because of her lack of physical strength, she was finally acutely aware of a compelling sight falling on her body. Her half open eyes slowly recovered her sight and saw the man's smiling face.

With a bang of brain, Chi Huan bit his lip, and his face was so hot that he could send out white mist at any time.

Mo Shiqian's head was leaning against the head of the bed, and his hands were buckled against the back of his head.

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

This knowledge let the overwhelming sense of shame surging, Chi Huan flustered to avoid his sight, the result looked down on the man's chest long red scar——It's probably from her fingernails.

Her hand has been released.

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

The French windows, with the dark outside as the background color, clearly reflect their outline.

And waist scattered long hair, exquisite ups and downs of the curve, straddling the man's body, the whole picture sexy waves.

Mo Shi Qian got up to kiss her, holding her small face in the palm with one hand, the voice from the throat was hoarse, and the hot breath burned her skin, "tired?"

It's really hypocritical to yell at her unwillingness again at this time, although she is still sad beyond words -

to her own.

But Chi Huan still put her hands around his neck. There was no other expression on her face except blushing and bewilderment. She said in a low voice, "well, very tired."

The man kisses her lips and murmurs in a hoarse voice, "that's a break."

That is to say, he or kiss, hands on her waist, let her slowly move again.

After the end, she took care of his waist, did not lie on his body, soon went down, was hugged by the man and nestled in his side.

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

It was abnormally quiet.

When she looks at her eyes, it is not like her eyes that are so weak that she can't cry.

He reached out to touch her face and murmured, "unhappy?"

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

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