Although the flowers have their day of withering, their lovers will always be alive.

She couldn't help but take the petal from his hand, and the bright red color seemed to hold his hot heart.

"Beautiful as a dream."

He gently stroked her side face with his palms, and his fingertips embedded in his hair: "This is not just a dream."

As he said that, he leaned over and leaned towards her. She was a little dull and just accepted his lips.

She responded not enthusiastically enough. At first, she rubbed her lips against her lips, and the tip of her tongue carefully depicted his lips, and everything seemed so cautious. He let her play out, and was excited by her, but he thought she was too slow to warm up. He couldn't wait to bite her back, and the tip of his tongue pushed into her mouth, followed by a plunder and occupation like a storm.

Kissing is like a spark that sets on a prairie for thousands of miles, and it is out of control.

He held her hands and stroked her back and waist. She pushed and hid on the spot. The more they kissed, the more they became more and more obsessed. How could the sweetness of each other be compared with the one-on-one step?

After a long time, he let her go.

She lowered her eyes at a loss, shy and did not dare to look at him, and her thick eyelashes were covered with crystal tears.

Her pitiful appearance made him so love it that he couldn't help himself. Without saying a word, he held her horizontally in his arms, kissing her greedily, while gently placing her on the bed covered with rose petals.

Her long black hair naturally fell down, pouring onto the soft pillow like thick ink. She closed her eyes and felt his kiss with all her heart. He kissed Wangqing until he closed his eyes, and naturally untied her clothes and took off her long skirt. The cool feeling behind her uncovered clothes made her wake up. She hurriedly opened her eyes wide, and her handsome eyebrows and eyes caught her off guard, so much like Su Zhi...

Youmeng's mind was in chaos, and she couldn't help but push his arm hard. His hand was tempting to the edge of her thighs, trying to seep into the middle.

She looked up at him silently, with panic and begging in her eyes, but his eyebrows were deep and calm, his tone was firm, and he was a little charming: "I want to go in."

"Don't..." Youmeng's voice was as light as a sob.

He did not argue, but lowered his head and kissed along the undulating mountain. Youmeng instantly softened, frowned, and while blocking, he angrily said: "You are so lustful..."

"Isn't it natural for men to be lustful to the woman they love?" He raised his head a little and asked her indifferently, "Who do you still expect me to be lustful to?"

Youmeng didn't speak in a slight manner. Just as her hand moved her position to block the top, the bottom was lost. He took advantage of the momentum and occupied it quickly, turning his hands to turn the clouds and making rain, staged a good show of phoenixes passing through flowers.

Youmeng couldn't stand his teasing like this, twisting under him, and he kissed her neck freely, her skin was like cream, giving him an extremely wonderful experience of lips and tongue. He was so addicted to her body fragrance, Youmeng angered him: "You are simply a cat in heat!"

At this time, he stopped and looked up at her coldly.

"You are wrong." He smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth, but he corrected her seriously, "I'm not a cat, I'm a tiger."

After saying that, he bullied her down and took control of her in his arms.

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(I am afraid of harmony, so I will stop it if the scale is too large. I welcome the little fairies to enter the group to store the collection version 469951938)

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The man lay above and looked at her steadily. She was very shy when she was seen, unconsciously putting her legs together and curled up, trying to block his sight and landing on some embarrassing parts.

He smiled quite interestingly, reached out to the bedding around, grabbed the petals one by one, and scattered on her smooth body one by one, mottled, covering her delicate jade body bit by bit, and some places were hidden under the petals, which were about to be exposed and covered, adding to temptation and charm.

He admired this vivid "beauty picture" for a long time, then reached out and took the wine pot on the square table, raised it high, and the wine turned into a line, poured it into his slightly opened mouth. This scene was so erotic that Youmeng was surprised. She couldn't help but blush even when she lay there.

He noticed her ignited flames and leaned over with a mouthful of wine in his mouth, kissing her lips tenderly. While tossing and turning, he slowly passed the clear wine into her mouth. The strong fragrance spread between each other's lips and tongues, so intoxicating.

...

He deliberately tilted the wine pot, and the wine poured over it, pouring it on her fair and snowy skin. He then pressed it down and tasted her one by one along the trajectory of the wine flowing.

The cold wine, the hot lips, the hot and cold alternated, and she was burned by desire and was unbearable.

Until he sank into her body, she groaned, grabbed the smooth silk mattress under her with all her fingers. He rang her into her in a simple and easy way, and she screamed charmingly and tenderly...

That night, I was confused again and I don’t know how long I had been entangled.
Chapter completed!