After finally finishing the long bath, he gently dried her body and walked towards his big bed with the little girl with wet hair on his side.
His bed was filled with the smell of his body, which made Yingming's body become even more dry. He twisted unconsciously, like a very beautiful snake.
Mo Yanyi kissed her lips, savoring the lingering kiss inch by inch, all the way down. Yingzhen twisted her body and grabbed the quilt tightly with her hands. She resisted her urge to scream with her remaining sanity.
Screaming crazy
She hummed suppressively, and Mo Yanyi's kiss fell on her lower abdomen...
"No" she finally yelled
But Mo Yanyi continued to tease her, Yingzhen's body convulsed, and she screamed uncontrollably. The hand holding the quilt turned into pulling Mo Yanyi's arm, as if begging for forgiveness, and also asking for more blessings.
Mo Yanyi's eyes became seductive. He put his arms around her waist, kissed her gently, and murmured softly: "Please me."
Yingzhen was almost writhing in pain, but she couldn't say those two words.
"Please let me give it to you" he sucked deeply and evilly
"Ah" Yingzhen finally twitched and shouted, "Please, give it to you, please"
Mo Yanyi smiled faintly, with a hint of evil. He gently covered her body, put his fingers into Yingming's lips, and said softly: "I will never leave you."
…
There was a slight numbness in his arm. Just as he was about to move, he suddenly felt a weight pressing down on his arm. Mo Yanyi gradually regained consciousness and recalled that Yingzhen had slept on his arm all night.
And his other arm was holding her waist
Mo Yanyi slowly opened her eyes and saw that Ying Zhen's hair was a little messy, but it was another kind of warm and ambiguous beauty.
He actually let a woman sleep peacefully in his arms all night with such an intimate and doting gesture.
In his memory, no woman has ever had such a special case. No one is qualified to stay in his arms and enjoy pampering after orgasm.
Is she the first?
Mo Yanyi's heart suddenly moved. Yingzhen turned her back to him, hunched over slightly, curling up in her master's arms like a pitiful little kitten.
It's like a fetal position. At this moment, she is a newborn baby, a baby with no hair on her head.
The smooth and white skin has no blemishes at all, it’s so perfect.