"Princess Wu Mu has been married for a long time. Isn't it time to give our King Wu Mu a fat boy?" Concubine Li smiled with deep meaning.
I am afraid that none of the Queen Mother, Yang Defei and others present here want King Wu Mu to have a heir. This is just to provoke.
A banquet, everyone has their own thoughts.
At the third watch, they dispersed.
Mu Youche hugged Chu Yue, and the two of them rode in a carriage together. They both drank a little bit of wine and were slightly tipsy. The smell of alcohol on his breath was light and became more and more pleasant.
"How can the prince refuse? Wang Xing'er is a rare beauty." Chu Yue nestled against his chest, and as the carriage bumped, she felt sleepy and yawned.
Mu Youche's thin lips lingered at the bottom of her ear, and his warm breath sprayed on her sensitive skin, like a burst of electricity. A tingling sensation ran down her spine and into her brain, making her shiver.
"Madam, do you want to test your husband? No matter how beautiful a woman is, she is just a facade. If you really want to see her, is there anything your husband can't draw?"
King Wu Mu's painting skills are famous all over the world, but it is rare for everyone to see him.
Chu Yue was made soft all over by him, "Don't...in the carriage."
People say people have sex after drinking, but he was still so impatient that she regretted teasing him.
"Isn't it good in the carriage?" He smiled jokingly, took her eardrops in his mouth, and gently rubbed them between his lips and teeth. His cold hands reached into her clothes and gently touched her smooth, silky skin.
Explore and ignite a blazing fire.
Chu Yue gasped slightly, "Prince, no, you can't..."
He chuckled, hugging her from behind, but his hands kept moving, unbuckling her belt, and sliding his big hands along her tight thighs.
"Ah..." Chu Yue exclaimed, clenching her legs, "Bad guy..." She turned her head and glared at him.
His eyes are watery, he seems to be angry and angry, his charm is endless, and it makes people feel confused.
He let out a sigh in his throat, kissed her deeply, dragged the back of her head with his big hand, and pressed her hard into his arms. The other hand had already explored the honey, covering her most sensitive area.
"No...don't...where...don't..." She was kissed until her breath was thin, and her clothes were half-undressed. He held her with one hand to prevent her from escaping, and flexibly fiddled with her dress with the other hand.
"Yue'er, help me," he asked softly, holding her lips in his mouth.
His voice, as gorgeous and magnetic as a cello, was so sexy and full of seduction that she could hardly control herself. She put her little hands on his belt and helped him untie it.
