He hooked his long legs and kicked the door. With a flick of his stiff arms, Qingwu was thrown on the bed, her body bounced, and her suit jacket was bounced to the side.
Her pink face was covered with beads of sweat, like red lotuses swaying in the morning, covered with pearl-like dew, and covered with hazy, fairy-like heat mist. She knelt, holding her hands on her face.
On the bed, she licked her lips in a very seductive posture and hummed to him, "Shui Shui, Ah Wu is thirsty, Mom, Ah Wu wants to drink water, water..."
Ling Yansen stared, unable to move his eyes away. He was panting, and his body couldn't work out. He didn't know whether he was running too fast and exerting too much force, or was numbed by her radio-like voice.
She was delirious and completely different from her usual self. She drank water when she drank water and returned water...
Ling Yansen couldn't help but burst out laughing, his deep eyes filled with different emotions, overflowing with light.
No wonder people say that women are made of water. Her face is so soft that it can pinch water, her body is as flexible as water, and her voice is as warm and gentle as water lines. He looked at her silly look, and his eyes instantly softened.
I thought to myself, it would be great if she could continue to be this mentally retarded.
Yes, although it's a bit troublesome and messy, it's still much better than the stereotypical woman who usually puts on a straight face and acts serious.
He looked around and went to the freezer to get some mineral water. She grabbed it and drank it all in an instant. Then he started to writhe on the bed, clamoring for the orangutan, not looking restless at all.
Ling Yansen didn't know what she was talking about, but his mind was spinning quickly. This was his master bedroom. She was probably referring to the pillows in her room or something like that.
He sighed softly, picked her up and walked towards the end of the corridor.
When he saw the so-called orangutan in her mouth, he almost vomited blood. Her taste should not be overestimated. She wore Pikachu underwear, and the orangutan on the pillow was so ugly that it could be called complicated. Even the bed sheets were ugly.
It's from Fruit Ninja...
When she yelled that she was too hot and started tearing her clothes apart, Ling Yansen suddenly became irritable.
He is not an honorable man, and he has always despised honorable men. With his intelligence, he had already guessed when he asked Zhou Jirong to get a fruit knife in the private room of the bar. Her uncharacteristic appearance was caused by that bastard Zhou Jirong.
I don't know what kind of medicine I gave her, but it was an aphrodisiac.
When he got out of the car just now, he could have asked Zhou Jirong for the antidote, and he clearly knew that the guy would give it to her, but by some strange combination, his brain twitched, and he just hugged her and left without looking back.
Carrying his dirty thoughts, he approached the bed step by step, and approached her step by step. He thought, he had missed her body for a long time, why not take advantage of her confusion and being drunk to make the mistake?
The night is graceful and affectionate. Even the gauze curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows float in response to the scene. All the ambiguous artistic conceptions are perfect catalysts. Hormones are surging in the air, and the body is entangled in the bed.
When Ling Yansen kissed her all over her body and his brain was burned by some kind of fire, he suddenly remembered that he didn't drink at all today, so why did he feel like he was drunk?
He looked at the plump woman in his palm, at her delicate pink lips, and then at the exquisite curves blooming under him, and smiled. If he wasn't drunk like this, then he must be in some way.
there is a problem……
Even though Qingwu had prepared everything for him under the influence of the medicine, everything that should be wet was wetted, and what should be stretched was stretched, but it was still not smooth when Ling Yansen entered, and it took a long time.
She screamed, she cried out in pain, there were tears on her eyelashes, he endured, he attacked, he opened her legs, he was ruthless, covered her mouth, seized the city with force, and rushed to the end.
The tearing pain hit, Qing Wu bit his hand fiercely, exerting all her strength, arched her body, bit hard, and cried hard, Ling Yansen was also in pain, in addition to the pain from her bite on his hand,
There was something clamped by her sudden arching of her waist...
After reacting, he was suddenly startled. Just now, he thought that her excessive tightness was due to staying alone in the empty boudoir for too long. When he saw that the pulled out brother was stained with bright red, he panicked, his face was full of surprise, and his eyes flashed.
Dun, as deep as the sea.
He regretted his recklessness. He leaned over, hesitated, looked at her with pity, and gently kissed the tears on her face. Even he didn't know that the eyes he was looking at her had changed.
"Ah Wu, your mother called you that? It's a really nice name. I'll call you that too, okay?"
"Ah Wu, it hurts a lot, doesn't it? I have touched some chicks before, they were seventeen or eighteen years old and as young as flower buds. Seeing how artificial the pain was and how much they screamed, I didn't know whether they were real chicks or acquired ones.
Membrane. Speaking of which, you are really a strange woman. You are still perfect at the age of twenty-four. Didn't you let Xiao Yixiang touch you? Or did he not touch you? No matter what, I thank him."
"Ah Wu, do you know the feeling of forcing yourself to hate someone you don't hate at all?...Forget it, you'd better not be too smart."
He talked a lot to himself. He had never known that he, who had always been taciturn, could be so relaxed in front of her, and everything that should be said and shouldn't be said rushed out of his mind.
There was mist in his ink-like eyes, which actually looked a little sad. Even he himself didn't know that besides hatred, he could feel other emotions in this life.
Just holding her like this, without any distracting thoughts, he hugged her slender body that was still shaking tightly and slowly coaxed her.
Since he first tasted human affairs when he was sixteen years old, it is not that he has never touched a clean person in these years, but he prefers mature ones. First, when he is tired, he can let the experienced women move on their own, and he can be satisfied as long as he lies down.
.Secondly, the price is clearly marked and there are three stipulations. No matter how much he plays, he will never get into trouble.
But now, he vaguely knew what the woman in his arms meant to him. She was so different, not because of the serious mottled blood stains on the sheets, but because he had already cherished her subconsciously.