He held the rapid heartbeat, rubbed and twisted slowly like care, and stopped slightly, and continued to explore the place where he held the hand became thinner and thinner. The beauty of the curve made him fascinated.

His eyes were blurred and he admired her jade body with all his heart. Only then did he realize that when her waist and hips were intertwined, she still had a pair of sexy waists.

I haven't noticed it before, but it seems that I've neglected to observe her. If you know her more, you will always find new surprises.

The waist is like a dimples, so the beauties in the world rarely have this characteristic, but she is so natural, which is undoubtedly the icing on the cake for her slender waist.

It was particularly obvious in this posture, and it couldn't help but stimulate his eyes greatly. He suddenly felt a delicate burning wave through his abdomen. He couldn't help but stumble on her hand and circled around her, and entered the secret realm of the Flower Forest. His movements suddenly became rapid and he kept stopping. Until this moment, he seemed to be a little out of control.

"You... don't do this..." She begged vaguely, and her words were incomplete.

"Don't do it?" He pretended to be confused, his strength and rhythm remained unchanged at all.

"Be gentle..." she said in vain.

"Don't be lighter?" He deliberately aggravated it wrongly.

"You!..." Youmeng cried in anger, "You deliberately... bastard..."

"Then you do it yourself and show it to me."

He said without blushing, and Youmeng was so embarrassed that she wanted to kill him: "Get out!"

The feeling of the man attacking from behind was several times more exciting than lying down for the first time. Youmeng couldn't help but bite the veil that was pulled from his hand.

Her consciousness was washed away bit by bit, and the desire hidden in the deepest part was about to surge. The pain and discomfort unknowingly weakened and subsided, replaced by a subtle feeling that had never been seen before, making her unable to describe it.

He could clearly and intuitively feel that her body had changed. Although the path was tight and narrow, it was no longer as awkward as it was at the beginning. After being soaked in the stream, he passed by more and more happily.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why, do you already feel it?"

Youmeng lay on her arms, bit the back of her hand forbearingly, and choked, "No... um..."

Before he could finish his denial, he was submerged in his surging offensive.

"My princess, you can't see how charming you are now."

His sudden tone was low and bewitching. Youmeng closed his eyes and couldn't bear to listen again, afraid that he would completely fall into nothing if he listened to another word.

He kissed her back lightly, slowly down the sunken spine line, intending to taste every inch of her skin.

Suddenly, "Come around and look at me."

This sentence is not heavy, but it looks like a cold command.

Youmeng's heart was up and she cried half-cryed and shouted stubbornly: "I don't want it!"

Su Zhi stopped kissing lightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at her. The dim light made his expression unclear. He suddenly sighed, helpless and slightly angry, holding his hand on her waist, and with a little force, he turned her over.

Youmeng was frightened and couldn't help but say "ah". The sound was tender and tender, half-hearted, half-exposed, mixed with crying voices, which made people feel the heart burned.

In the blink of an eye, she lay under him so "straightforward", instinctively covering her hands in front of her heart.

Her legs bent slightly, subconsciously trying to block something, but she couldn't block anything. Instead, because of this action that wanted to cover up, her smooth and unobstructed body became more attractive.

The man above just looked at her quietly, like a little lamb who could not escape the tiger's mouth.

He was combed with a handsome high-style ponytail bun on top of his head, and his hair fell from his shoulders to her, and was slight itchy when he was whispered by the night wind. His cold face was so evil. Under the strange black mask, his rippling eyes were as quiet as a lake in late autumn, with intoxicating tenderness.

Just one glance, her heart seemed to have been rubbed thousands of times, and her whole body became soft.

"Wouldn't you give yourself to me?" he asked at her, his voice slightly slight and silenced, with magnetic properties.

She was not so afraid of him at this moment, and she couldn't say she hated her, but she was just inexplicably wronged. She pursed her lips and cried red with her nose, and her voice was as soft as a child: "Not good..."

The two of them looked at each other, and the other's black eyes were stunned, and a thin layer of ice seemed to float up in his pupils. His cold eyes were filled with unconcealed desire.

"You'll change your mind."
Chapter completed!