Ning Meng's voice unconsciously became soft and waxy. She can also be a very tender woman. She needs her lover's hands to stimulate the charm hidden deep in her body.
The charm that blooms only for him
Nian Qing, have you ever seriously experienced it? Have you ever felt it? The me who is happy under you is so different from the daytime. Have you ever thought that a woman can only be in the arms of a man who truly loves her? , will become so gentle as water
You won't, you are just drunk, just like every drunken moment, you are gentle and affectionate and make yourself mistakenly think that you are the most important person in your heart.
But, no, it’s just an outlet for you to vent when you’re drunk.
Nian Qing, Nian Qing, do you know that it is Ning Meng you are touching and kissing?
Tears kept flowing, Ning Meng put his fingers into Mu Nianqing's thick hair, and his body was trembling little by little, because of passion and heartache.
Because after tonight everything will turn into ashes
Her tearful eyes were sparkling, making Mu Nianqing stare at his hand lingering on her flat and smooth belly, slowly moving downwards
"Don't cry." Mu Nianqing licked her earlobe, and her words flowed into her ears, "I like you."
Ning Meng's eyes widened and he liked it!
Is he talking?
"Nian Qing..." She couldn't help but call out
Mu Nianqing shushed and smiled lightly: "Don't talk."
Ning Meng slowly closed her eyes, accepting the pleasure his fingers brought her. Haha, how could he like her? He just regarded her as another person.
Someone they all have to protect
Suddenly, Ning Meng pushed Mu Nianqing away, turned over and sat on him, unbuttoned his belt and took off his trousers with a fierce movement.
Mu Nianqing looked at her in confusion and moaned softly.
Finally, a perfect fit
They let out a long sigh of relief. Ning Meng slowly moved his waist, and slowly unbuttoned the small gold buttons of his shirt with his fingers, peeling them off one by one, slowly revealing his strong and sexy chest.
Her fingers gently rubbed the little cherry blossom red, then she slowly leaned down, took it in her mouth, nibbled it, and licked it. Mu Nianqing's hand went into Ning Meng's short hair, obsessed, obsessed.
…
Mu Nianqing opened her eyes and saw a head of short, shiny black hair.
When he first saw her, he lamented the color of her hair. He once said with a smile: "Mengmeng, why don't you keep your hair long? It must be as beautiful as clouds."