Misha looked at him, her face gradually turned red, and she bit her lip. She put her arms around his shoulders and pulled his head down so low that their lips barely touched.
She raised the corners of her lips, revealing a charming and beautiful smile, "Then prove it to me..."
An Rong's eyes changed, as if he was ready to move.
He lowered his voice and said, "You know, are you hinting at me?"
The smile on Misha's face bloomed more movingly, and the blush on her cheeks became more and more tempting.
She leaned close to his ear and said, "If... it's a man."
This sentence was undoubtedly like a time bomb, igniting all of An Rong's suppressed desires.
He kissed her suddenly, put his hands around her slender waist, and tightened his arms, as if he wanted her to feel all of his body... This proved that he was a man and a man who loved her.
Misha slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling from time to time, and her hands tightened on his clothes, quietly revealing her nervousness.
An Rong's kiss was far from gentle. It was inconsistent with his calm and calm appearance. There was always a hint of domineering. It was a possessive desire for the woman he loved, which was very strong and primitive.
Due to physical reasons, he did not show too much sexual expression, but Misha was different. His desire for her was completely the reaction that a normal man should have.
Misha was beautiful and sexy, but her young reaction made An Rong understand something at once. He raised his slightly red eyes and locked her with lustful ones. He was hoarse.
He asked, "Will you... regret it?"
Misha opened her eyes, her eyes twinkling.
Facing An Rong at this time, she didn't say anything. Instead, she turned over and straddled his body. She put her hands on his chest, which was already hot and not as cool as usual.
body temperature.
Her cheeks were red, she lowered her body, and her chest was about to burst out. As she looked at An Rong, her eyes became hot and her breathing began to become disordered.
Misha's body lowered lower and lower, and the two soft lumps on her chest rubbed against his chest from time to time. She was extremely charming, and her eyes were full of invitations. Her fingers went around his chest, teasing the hardening part there from time to time.
Little Nut, one stroke after another, made An Rong's face flush and her chest heaved violently.
"What I should regret is that I didn't... eat you into my stomach earlier."
An Rong suddenly pulled her close and pressed her against his hot body, with a bewildering expression on her lips, "It's not yet certain who will eat whom."
As soon as he finished speaking, his hands went around her back and touched her pretty buttocks...
Misha wore a short skirt and sat astride him, unable to conceal her beauty. He lifted up the skirt and directly touched her buttocks with his palms...
Misha's body trembled, not just her cheeks, but the blush spread all over her body.
Feeling the plump feeling under her palm, An Rong smiled and said in a very low voice, "It turns out that a woman's body is so easy to touch."
His words were erotic and direct, but they didn't make people feel obscene. But it was the first time for Misha to experience this kind of thing. Now her face was already red and almost bleeding. She kept on looking strong and glared.
She glanced at him and said, "First time touching? Huh, who would believe it? You and your childhood sweetheart have never had any close contact?"
As soon as she finished speaking, even she noticed a sour smell, let alone An Rong?
His hand was always on her little butt, sometimes caressing it gently, sometimes pinching it mischievously. Hearing her words, he curled up his lips and smiled, "I'm not interested in that kind of thing, so naturally I'm interested in women's buttocks."
I don’t have any special thoughts about my body.”
Misha's eyes widened, "You... you're not impotent, are you?"
The smile on An Rong's face froze, and she closed her eyes helplessly. Her hands finally left her plump body reluctantly. Instead, she grabbed her hand and pressed it on the bulge between his legs.
superior……
Misha was startled and felt as if there was an iron rod under her palm, hard, hot... huge.
She reacted in the next second, as if she had been burned, she quickly opened her hands and said, "An Rong!"
Her reaction made An Rong very satisfied. He raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "Are you satisfied with what you touched?"
Misha glared at him coquettishly and said stubbornly, "Then what's there to be satisfied with or dissatisfied about? In terms of thickness, it's not as thick as ham, in terms of hardness, it's not as hard as a carrot, and in terms of length, it's not as long as a cucumber. What's there to be proud of?"
An Rong's brows twitched fiercely. Is anyone using metaphors like this?
Misha's face turned red. She sat astride him, her posture was so ambiguous that it was touching, and she was talking about such a "deep" issue. It was almost time for a "frank meeting"! Her heartbeat accelerated.
If you want to leave, I'm afraid the man beneath you won't let go either.
She knew that she was playing with fire, but if An Rong's fire could be made to burn brighter and stronger, and she could put aside all distracting thoughts and just want to live, then she would rather turn into a moth and fly into the flame.
She had gone around a lot to meet this man, and she was willing to turn him into ashes.
Just when she was distracted, she felt that her underwear was suddenly torn open, torn into pieces in a few blows, and thrown under the bed. Waves of air-conditioned air blew under her body, making it very cold.
"Hey! You..."
Misha was so embarrassed that she wanted to reach out to block the scenery there. An Rong raised one corner of her lips, a bit evil, and looked straight at that place, taking in an unobstructed view.
He took one step ahead of her and grabbed her hand, "I think it's better to verify it in person."
Misha "Gulu" swallowed her saliva, her heart was beating faster, and she wanted to say "Who is afraid of whom?" But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them without any hope.
She had no experience with this kind of thing, so even if she had already made a decision, she would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous.
An Rong saw her uneasiness in his eyes, he pulled her down, held her in his arms, caressed her back, and said softly, "Misha, you can leave right away."
He doesn't want to destroy her.
Misha frowned, raised her head, and stared at him, "I, Misha, don't have the habit of giving up halfway, let alone a cooked duck. I don't want to fly anywhere!"
After saying that, she immediately opened the buttons of his shirt forcefully, revealing his not so strong chest. Then, she untied his belt with some urgency. After untying it, she saw the protrusion there and gritted her teeth.
, just stripped him naked...
An Rong was frightened by her fierceness.
He never thought that one day he would be peeled into shrimps by a woman!
After being stunned for a moment and feeling a little chill, An Rong came back to his senses and slowly said, "...can you not be too rude?"
Misha was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into. She glared at him and said angrily, "I just like rude people, what do you think?!"
After hearing this, An Rong pursed her lips, turned her head to the side, and closed her eyes, "Then... just do it."