Mu Youli looked at the eldest princess coldly: "She is my wife, not someone else..." The eldest princess's face suddenly looked extremely ugly. Seeing this, the empress dowager quickly said, "Push up Miss Yitong into the side hall to rest, and then prepare.
A clean dress…”
Before he finished speaking, Mu Youfeng said coldly: "No need..." After that, he hugged Yitong and left the palace...
Along the way, Ruan Zhong drove wildly to the Fourth Prince's Mansion. Yitong struggled to get out of the car. Mu Youfeng took off his coat and put it on her.
Yitong was wearing clothes that smelled like him and was held hands by him to the hot spring.
Mu Youfeng turned around and gently helped her remove her coat.
Then he reached out to untie her clothes, Yi Tong shyly, shy: "What are you...what are you going to do?"
Mu Youfeng's face remained unchanged: "Take off the wet clothes quickly, it will catch a cold."
Yitong only thought that he was concerned about him, so she didn't think much about it and said, "I'll do it myself."
Then he lowered his head and untied his clothes, took off his wet clothes, looked at Mu Youli, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Why have you taken off all your clothes?!"
Mu Youli didn't say a word, hugged her and got into the water together.
Yitong wanted to struggle, but she heard him say softly: "Don't move around." It seemed like a tone of speaking to a child.
Just as Yi Tong was about to speak back, he lowered Yi Tong, and his body was wet. When he arrived in the hot spring, Yi Tong couldn't help but sigh comfortably.
Mu Youli heard her sigh, her mouth curled slightly, and she smiled. Although it was fleeting, it was still caught by Yi Tong.
"You are laughing!" Yi Tong happily leaned over and said.
"What's so strange about it?" Mu Youfeng seemed a little embarrassed. He didn't start, and the look of her exploring eyes burned her.
"Nothing is strange. But after you smiled, you looked very beautiful and your whole body was lit up." Yi Tong exclaimed.
Mu Youfeng tightened his heart, stretched out his arms and hugged her.
Yitong looked up and wanted to speak, but he bent down and kissed her lips.
Both of them seemed to have been looking forward to this kiss for a long time, so it was like a traveler in the desert who met Gan Lin, sucking with a desire. Her taste was so sweet and so warm that he couldn't stop.
His tongue touched her beautiful lips and then wrapped it around her lilac tongue so that he could vent what he wanted her.
Yitong hugged his waist. Mu Youfeng was very tall and thin, but she was still very muscled. Yitong wanted to go up with her hands gently, brushed her back, and then slid down naughtily, coming to his buttocks.
Yitong had wanted to touch her upturned butt for a long time, but this time she had a good chance. When she brushed her fingers, she heard Mu Youfeng muttering in her throat, as if she was sighing lightly or satisfied.
But because Yi Tong lit the flames in his body, his hands came to her back without any rules, and then his soft lips slowly slid down, sliding across her neck and collarbone, and staying out of the collarbone.
He sucked out several strawberries with great effort.
Yitong was sour and numb that he couldn't help protesting, but the sound made was a fragmented moan, and the moan gave him more motivation.
He grabbed Yi Tong's naughty little hand, tied his fingers together, and was pushed towards her back. In this way, she had to straighten her chest and receive the exciting pink fruit in the hot spring, which had already bloomed.
Mu Youli slowly found the pink fruit, first stretched out his tongue and touched it gently. But his small movement caused Yi Tong to exclaim in surprise.
Mu Youfeng smiled slightly, and took the little fruit into his mouth even more boldly. His soft tongue circled around the little fruit. Yitong couldn't help but call his name: "You! You!"
This gave him greater encouragement. He let go of her hand, and his hand caught the other little white rabbit. He stretched out his fingertips to knead the small fruit, feeling it in his palm, and it became more and more
Hard, harder, more firm.
Finally, he had enough of her fruits. His tongue came to his lower abdomen and sang a deep circle at his navel. Yitong exclaimed again.
His hand touched her mysterious and deep area, and when his fingers touched it, Yi Tong shouted: "No!"
Mu Youli took her lips again and melted her exclamation into her mouth, but his fingers did not retreat, but lifted her legs.
My own hugeness rubs against her softness.
Yitong felt his tenderness and patience, and her body gradually relaxed.
Finally, Mu Youli stepped forward and penetrated her!
"Well..." The pain of being forced into it came from her lower body. She groaned, but fortunately, the nourishment of the hot spring made her accept him quickly.
Bent down and kissed her tender lips, kissed her heavily, her tongue blocked her painful moan, "Relax." She was too tight, and as soon as she entered, she almost ejaculated by her flesh wall, and she was so tight that she suffocated.
, it made him feel as if he was tightly pinched, and it was difficult to move or still.
"I... well... I can't do it." He turned his face and wanted to breathe longer, but his kiss was reluctant to leave. The tongue that penetrated deep into his throat made her unable to flash, like a flower petal
The pink nails, which were as clear as ever, pinched into his arm because of the pain.
The slight stinging sensation made him crazy. He took out the flower hole that she had resisted and poked it hard, forcibly squeezed away the repulsive flower and started to thrust it freely.
"Ah..." Every time his heat penetrated into the deepest part, the bones in her body seemed to be slimming, and her fingers climbed on his shoulders desperately, hoping to resist the strong pleasure of her body.
He accelerated the speed of sturdyness, and after a few heavy thrusts, Yi Tong moaned and reached the perfect peak. The spring water in his body sprayed straight on his round head like a spring, as if soaked in hot spring water.
Hot and comfortable.
He couldn't help but rush in harder, and gently shouted her name: "Tong'er, Tong'er..."
Yitong didn't care about shame, climbed on his shoulder and wandered in heaven with him, rising and falling in hell, and finally his movements were faster, and her moans reached its peak.
The two of them reached the highest point together.
He hugged her, and the hugeness was still in her softness, and he refused to withdraw, as if he was attached to her warmth.
"You, You..." Yi Tong leaned against him panting and shouted his name softly.
He responded softly and hugged her tighter, as if he was holding a peerless treasure, wishing he could rub her into his body.
Yitong struggled to push it away, but he still imprisoned her and whispered in her ear: "Let me hug you for a while."