Su Qi was stunned by Xiao Hen's kiss, but she was obviously intoxicated. Because it was her A Hen's kiss, and she missed his breath after being separated for so many days.
The moonlight outside the window is dim, and the scenery indoors is ambiguous and harmless.
Su Qi hugged Xiao Hen tightly, and the nails digging into his arms oozed traces of blood. She was afraid that this feeling was not real enough, and she was afraid that she was still trapped in the dream of her deep love for Xiao Hen.
She bit Xiao Hen's lips tightly, scarlet blood lingering around their lips and teeth, and the bloody kiss stimulated the most primitive desire in the man's body.
Xiao Hen stretched out his hand to sweep away the things on the desk, and the book fell to the ground with a small crunching sound, but this did not affect the intimate kiss between the two people.
Xiao Hen stood up and sat Su Qi on the cleaned desk, spread her legs, tore open her long skirt with one hand, kissed her delicate neck, and pulled off the clothes under him, feeling swollen with pain.
Her lower body was pressed tightly against the inner part of Su Qi's body. With her last bit of perseverance, she just pressed against Su Qi's body and did not enter.
Then she opened her palace clothes with one hand, revealing Su Qi's delicate and fair skin that was like water.
Su Qi felt Xiao Hen's movements on her body, and imitated his example, tearing his clothes with her teeth.
Thin beads of sweat dripped on their bodies. Xiao Hen looked at Su Qi's wild movements, and a rush of blood rushed into his mind. He pressed his body tightly against Su Qi, becoming even more excited.
Su Qi clumsily stroked Xiao Hen Guangguo's arm. Seeing each other naked and entangled, Su Qi's face felt a little hot.
Although this is not the first time I have seen Xiao Hen's body, it is the first time that they are so close to each other, as if they share a heart, a common heartbeat and breathing.
Su Qi could clearly feel that Xiao Hen's thing sticking to her was constantly expanding, burning her body like a furnace. Su Qi opened her eyes and looked at the thin beads of sweat on Xiao Hen's face. This was a foreplay.
She didn't want to force him into her when she wasn't used to it. He was her favorite Ah Hen.
Su Qi hugged Xiao Hen tightly and said softly against his ear: "A Hen, I love you."
Xiao Hen suddenly stopped kissing Su Qi. He raised his head and his bloodshot eyes were full of strong desire. Su Qi's words: "I love you" seemed to be full of magic power, which Xiao Hen tried his best to suppress.
I hope there is nowhere to hide them all.
Xiao Hen collapsed Su Qi on the desk. The nanmu tabletop was a bit rough, and the friction against Su Qi's white and tender body was a little painful.
But Su Qi, who was under Xiao Hen, was willing to endure this just because he was the Xiao Hen she loved.
"Qiqi...Qiqi..." Xiao Hen, deeply in love, kept murmuring Su Qi's name to remind himself that this was not a dream.
"Qiqi...Qiqi..." Su Qi listened to Xiao Hen's faint whisper, hugged his arms tightly, and responded with a smile on her face: "Ahen, I'm here
,I'm here."
Rapid breathing lingered between the two of them. When Xiao Hen's hot lower body could not resist Su Qi's soft body, the pain was like needle ants gnawing there. Only tearing could make the pain disappear.
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Su Qi felt Xiao Hen's hot part rubbing against her with increasing intensity.