Every woman has a slight tendency to be abused in her heart, otherwise why would abuse be rampant? Goosebumps rolled up with her skin, and she actually felt pain and was happy...
At that moment, he captured her fortress.
It's like a war.
Her body tensed, as if she suddenly gained a sense of fulfillment, life, future, honor, security... Everything she had lost came uninvited...
He was so fierce, so fierce, so arrogant, so arrogant... He used all his strength to make her surrender... Yes, he wanted her to surrender all of her, from her body to her heart... unforgettable, and there was no power to rebel again
.
She could only cooperate. She was completely passively enduring. The storm, the power that destroyed everything, he suppressed his anger and passion for a long time, and even some pity and compassion that flashed with a flash of inspiration.
She could no longer breathe, and her attention was all focused on a deep experience, a rare high level of pleasure, a sweeping wave that was about to be destroyed...
The body needs pleasure and pampering so much that it even goes beyond the demands of the soul.
He has already pressed up.
Her body was already against the soft bedding.
The newly changed bed, the beautiful room, the long separation is better than the crazy marriage... He and she were originally husband and wife, but their posture, mood, and the terrible spontaneous combustion at this moment seemed to be a couple who met by chance in the wilderness
stranger.
Both of them have been hungry and thirsty for too long, and they have longed to burn for too long. They are flesh and blood, and then they have ethics.
When humans first reproduced species, they did not start with love, but with body language and direct ****. Why do men work hard to make money? Why do women work hard to dress up? After all, they are both males and females.
In order to reproduce and mating, moralists began to fabricate a word called "love", covering up this naked primitive desire and covering it with many derivatives.
At this time, he was just a man, she was just a woman.
All encounters are for this moment of friendship.
PS: Dear concubines, happy holidays. Hehe, the old rules, each person kisses three times.