"Sikong..." At this time, Zi Zhu found that he could no longer say anything except calling his name.
Sikong Jingqiu was shocked by her soft voice, and reached out to her waist and abdomen. After touching a scar that had already been scarred, he could no longer help but pull her legs up and wrap around her waist.
The hard and scorching heat suddenly rushed into her.
"It hurts so much..." Unable to adapt to such a sudden invasion, Zi Zhu frowned in pain, pinching Sikong Jingqiu's arms and sank deeply into his flesh.
"I'm sorry..." Sikong Jingqiu lowered his head, kissed her lips, and said with a flushed face, "Be good, bear it first, I'll take it slowly next time..."
After speaking, he held her buttocks and slammed into the depths of her soul with force...
The refreshing morning light, the hot sweat blended together, the rapid and heavy panting, the delicate moans intertwined, making people blush and heartbeat when they heard it...
The strong male body kept entangling with her pink body, preventing her from running away.
A tender white thin arm stretched out and climbed on Sikong Jingqiu's arm, as if he wanted to approach him, but also seemed to push away the person who was oppressing him.
"Um...don't...be gentle..." Zi Zhu couldn't stand such fierce passion and begged for mercy softly.
"Poor Haiyue..." Sikong Jingqiu leaned over and pressed against her ears. A slightly rapid breath exhaled to her neck, making her whole body tremble and become hot.
Zizhu closed her eyes tightly, her white skin was stained with a light layer of powder, and her fine sweat trembled slightly on her long eyelashes as Sikong Jingqiu moved.
This picture evokes the surging love that Sikong Jingqiu suppressed on his chest for three years. While he possessed her roughly, the gentle and cherished kiss fell on her smooth forehead, with thin eyebrows, and tightly closed.
, slightly trembling eyelashes, erect nose bridge, and... stylus red lips...
Everything is as beautiful as I remember.
But... she suddenly left cruelly three years ago... and left him alone...
Thinking of this, Sikong Jingqiu couldn't help but feel annoyed, and suddenly advanced, sending himself into her depths with all his might!
"Ah!" Zi Zhu frowned by his movements, and a soft moan appeared in his red lips.
Realizing that his movements were too rude, Sikong Jingqiu slowed down his anxious movements, and with apologies, he kissed her eyebrows with some confidence.
He welcomes any expression Haiyue under him.
But in the past, every time they happened, Haiyue was always depressed, as if she felt a lot of guilt towards someone... Unlike now, she only had him in her eyes, devoted herself to her whole body and heart.
He just followed him and danced wildly in passion...
Du Yunyan died three years ago.
So now, even every day in the future, Haiyue belongs to him and there will be no more distracting her from...
Thinking of this, Sikong Jingqiu couldn't help but speed up again and rolled and entangled with her...
After the passion, Sikong Jingqiu gently stroked the back of the person curled in his arms, lowered his head and bit Zi Zhu's cherry lips punitively, and then asked, "Why are you not dead?"
In his voice, there was a deep sense of doubt and worry, worried that the person in his arms would be just a ray of fragrant soul and would disappear if he was not careful.
After all, three years ago, he watched her cremation in the crematorium.