There were waves of coolness in the humid air. The skin all over Xiang Yimo's body was tightened, white and smooth, like a lotus that emerged from the mud but was not stained. It was pure white, quiet, delicate and soft...
The cold thin lips kissed her neck, her back, and shoulders heavily, and the smooth and delicate skin brought a soft and graceful visual enjoyment. This made the blood in Nangong Han's body swell. A trace of evil flashed in his eyes,
The big palm went from the front to the back of her, caressing the soft and smooth back, down the spine, and into the bottom of the skirt, and the rough fingers set fire evilly...
"Nangong Han, please don't do this...ah..." Xiang Yimo's soft groan escaped from her mouth involuntarily, and she bit her lip to prevent herself from making such a charming sound again.
"Your body is much more honest than your mouth!" Nangong Han's voice was dry and hoarse, as if his throat was dry with desire. He lifted one of Xiang Yimo's legs and put it on his waist to facilitate his exploration.
, his depth...
Suddenly, she took in a breath of cold air, which stimulated every vein in Xiang Yimo's body like an electric current. Nangong Han's big hand hugged her slender waist to prevent her feet from falling limply, and the other hand lifted her up.
The wet black hair behind her was lifted up, half covering up the graceful spring color on her chest, and the looming effect was even more alluring.
Xiang Yimo, whose whole body was limp, grabbed his back with both hands, resisting his frantic demands again and again, as if he wanted to penetrate her body.
The evening breeze blows gently, and the air is mixed with the fragrance of earth, which is fresh and natural. The green mist lingers and floats with the breeze.
Nangong Han was immersed in her beauty, asking for it crazily, losing self-control and rationality.
The leafy camphor tree swayed with their rhythm, as if accompanying them. The withered yellow leaves swayed and fell slowly. A fallen leaf stopped on Xiang Yimo's round shoulder,
Take a nap like a butterfly.
"Hmm..." The painful cry passed through Xiang Yimo's throat and turned into a delicate gasp.
This sound was like a fuse, quickly igniting all the bombs in Nangong Han's body, speeding up the speed and depth. He trembled and roared, releasing all the heat, hugging the delicate woman in his arms, breathing heavily.
Xiang Yimo closed her eyes weakly, and a layer of mist spread out from the corners of her eyes. Her whole body was suddenly cold, as if she had fallen into an ice pool, and it was as cold as the bottom of her heart.
Is this the way to treat your wife?
He clearly regards her as a plaything to vent his desires. Why is it Yao Meina’s fault that she should be vented to?