Xia Ximo's place had been prepared early, so it was very convenient and easy to go in.
Pieces of warmth enveloped Ling Yiche, and soon, he was running around like a wild horse that had escaped from stiffness.
The desire that I had endured until last night was completely vented on Xia Ximo.
Hey, we really need to have a good talk with Xiao Tiantian, otherwise, sooner or later, he will be unable to bear it.
Chapter 1,147
How can such a big child still sleep with daddy and mommy??
Isn't this a deliberate attempt to disturb the good things between him and Ximo?
He must educate his son well. He must not do bad things to other people like this. He will be punished in the future.
Ling Yiche simply forgot that he was his own son and started talking like this.
I don't know how long it took, but the two of them were sweating profusely.
Xia Ximo had been holding back, not daring to scream too loudly, so she suppressed her voice and moaned. After all, she was in the living room, and her son was still sleeping downstairs.
The good thing is that, from the beginning to the end, xxoo little Tiantian didn't get down from the two of us.
However, Xia Ximo still didn't dare to shout too loudly, for fear of waking up Xiao Tiantian.
From the beginning to the end, she had been holding back, biting her lips and not daring to scream.
I was afraid that Xiao Tiantian would hear it.
When the time comes, when Xiao Tiantian sees this scene, she will have the urge to die.
In this situation, I am worried that Xiao Tiantian will see it, but I also want it very much. This feeling is very exciting.
I don't know how long it took, but Xia Ximo suddenly felt waves of tremors all over his body, as if something was spreading throughout his body somewhere in his body.
She wanted to cry out, but she could only hold back, and tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
Those were the tears when she was holding back the climax, and the trembling sensations made Xia Ximo feel extremely happy.
Although I have felt this way before, it has never been as strong as this time.
Until she felt a stream of hot wine flowing into her body, she was lying on the sofa, breathing lightly, and Ling Yiche was sweating profusely and pressed against her body.