But her delicate hands fumbled around his chest for a long time, but she couldn't undo a single button.
And Ming Hun only felt that his body was getting tighter and tighter, as if it had reached a point where it was difficult to control...
After working hard for a long time, Miss Emmaus finally unbuttoned a button. She proudly looked up at Wraith, who was much taller than her, "Hey, I unbuttoned it."
She raised her head with blurred eyes, and her eyes met the deep gaze of Wraith, but there was an undercurrent and burning heat in that deep gaze as always.
Emmas shook her head hard and said, "Uh..." He burped, lowered his head and concentrated on unbuttoning the second button on his body.
Miss Emmas didn't take Wraith's deep and burning eyes seriously at all. Girl, I just want to see your figure today. You must show it to me. Just treat it as... a birthday gift.
"Hey, look, you still won't obey me!" Emmas smiled carelessly, not taking the dark-faced Wraith seriously at all.
Her hand was suddenly grabbed, and Wraith's eyes seemed to be filled with fire: "I warned you."
Emma's head was spinning, and she repeated, "Warning..."
Warning, sister! Before the next domineering words could be uttered, Emmaus's mouth was gagged.
Wraith panted, looking down at Emmaus who was obviously drunk with burning eyes, "I warned you, it was you who provoked me again and again, don't blame me."
His patience has limits.
Emmas was tightly imprisoned in Wraith's arms. She was still thinking, well, this man smelled so good, so clean, but she didn't know why her body suddenly felt so hot.
Wraith's breath is getting heavier and darker, and his proud self-control is on the verge of collapse. This girl is simply the incarnation of a fairy. She twists impatiently in his arms, her charming eyes are as silky and beautiful.
It's compelling and fragrant.
He lifted her chin evilly, looking dangerously at that elegant face with his deep eyes, suddenly showing an evil look on his face, he couldn't help lowering his head, and kissed the lips that fascinated him again.
Wraith had never had a woman before, and he had no experience in this area, but now when he met Emmaus, he didn't need any preparation. He instinctively pried open her teeth with his dexterous lips, attacked the city, and hooked her lilac tongue,
Sucking and biting lightly, sweeping over every part of her delicate skin.
Electricity ran through Emmaus's back, her whole body trembled, and her legs became weak. If the ghost hadn't tightly restrained her, she might have collapsed on the ground.
Wraith himself is a charming man. His appearance and figure have the ability to make women crazy about him.
Emmas was unexperienced, green yet passionate, completely bringing out Wraith's suppressed desires. Emmas only felt that her body was hot. For other things, she was already like a puppet when being kissed by Wraith.
She was pressed down by the ghost. She looked at the man with green eyes, and she thought shamelessly in her heart that she really wanted to kiss him...and touch his...well-developed muscles.
Wraith casually took off the two buttons of his shirt that he had already unbuttoned for her, and pressed her over desperately.
At the last moment, a question suddenly flashed through Emma's mind. I just want to take off your shirt. I just want to see your figure. You took off your clothes. Why are you taking off my clothes? What are you doing here?