"Azi, we...I..." The words that followed were swallowed by the red lips that greeted her. Murong Qingzhen originally wanted to use the last trace of reason to tell her that their relationship should not be in such a bad situation.
Sure, he wanted to give her the best, and she deserved the most serious treatment. But when her fingers climbed onto the buttons of his clothes, and when her delicate and soft fragrance penetrated his lips and tongue, all self-control collapsed in the passion.
.
He wanted her too, very much. Suppressing his desire under such circumstances made his whole body feel extremely painful. He gave up the struggle and responded to her shy kiss. There was nothing he could care about, she would eventually be him.
His wife. Finally her little hand touched his heart, her fingers paused for a moment, and her kisses fell to every corner of his body. She was like a snake, winding and entangled, almost seductively tempting his fragile reason, and he
Finally abandoned the defense and fell.
He heard her moan in pain as he entered her.
Her fingers gripped his arm hard. He leaned down and kissed the corner of her lips with his lips. He wanted her greenness to slowly adapt to his burning heat. But his body was touching her.
At that time, it was as if I was under a spell and was unable to control myself.
Along with a sob, there was a thunder and lightning in his head, and the ultimate pleasure hit his body from bottom to top. The man under him shrank into a ball, and finally couldn't help crying out.
, this kind of stimulation was too intense, but within twenty or so times, he could not control himself and ushered in the final moment.
The rhythm exploded with brutality, and the only sounds in the air were his heavy breathing and her thin and suppressed moans.
What is reason?
Reason is just a wisp of dust before passion and desire.
What are memories?
Memories are the most unforgettable people and things in your life.
Murong Qingzhen no longer doubted that the girl in her arms was the one she had fallen in love with when she was a teenager. She had the cleanest face, the softest and smoothest palms, the brightest and most beautiful smile, and the sweetest and most charming smile.
Touched. In his memory, she was wearing a white turtleneck sweater seven years ago, holding a pansy notebook and reluctantly folding a handwritten letter. He wondered if he also liked his own anxiety, so before he
When leaving, I only dared to hide in a corner of the airport and say goodbye to him silently.
He knew that he would probably never have such feelings about her again in his lifetime.
The moonlight is enchanting, and the quietly flowing moonlight is even more charming between the bed and the floor. The wind moves the curtains, and the entangled figures on the bed are still rolling around. I have no idea what I will pay for it, and how much will I get?
The sun shines through the gaps in the curtains, forming a flickering band of light that is projected onto the ground. Fine dust flies and swirls in the band of light. The alcohol slowly dissipates in the body, the heat subsides, and the passion subsides.
After a night of madness and precipitation, Murong Qingzhen finally woke up from his sleep. His head still hurt slightly, and his limbs were still slightly numb, but his heart was unusually satisfied. He took a deep breath and subconsciously
, he reached out to find the temperature of last night's crazy infatuation.
cold!
The bedding beside him had already lost its warmth.
empty!
The space beside the body was not filled, on the contrary, the space where the hands were placed was empty. On the messy sheets, there was only a solitary and coquettish rose blooming.
His eyes opened, and his originally relaxed body tensed up in an instant. He sat up from the bed like a spring, and his ears searched for the slightest vibration in the air that he wanted to hear. But in the air, except for what she left behind after making love,