She choked on her saliva, "Hao, can you tighten it a little tighter?"
"When have I not been tight?"
Tian Junhao's hand on her thigh did not move, but the other hand holding her restlessly reached through the collar.
Then, he leaned against her ear and laughed low and wildly: "Isn't it like this, it's tight, my wife?" [
She frowned in pain, and when she heard the word wife, her whole body trembled.
Cough cough cough——
Sadly, I choked again.
"Wife?"
"That's not what you call her, huh? Or do you have to say, my, old woman?" Tian Junhao's hands covered her plumpness, and the curvature of the corners of his lips became wider and wider.
Calling me, "Lao, Po" word by word, the voice was low and deep, with a magnetic nasal sound, reverberating in An Ying's heart.
An Ying poked his thigh, blushed and said with heartbeat: "That's what male and female friends call each other."
Not between lovers.
The word wife stung her heart slightly, not deeply, but very shallow, almost imperceptible.
"I insist on calling her like this between lovers, my old lady..." He seemed to be addicted to calling her.
While teasing her, making her feel shy, he asked in her ear: "I wonder if a woman should call me a man if she calls me, Lao Gong, An Ying, is that what I call him?"
He found more and more that love between young people is more lovely.
Even the nickname suits him so well.
An Ying quickly retorted: "No."
She doesn't want to call him, my husband, Hao must be crazy today, she doesn't want to go crazy with him.
"What is that? I, old woman, please teach me." It turns out that there are many little sentiments in this world that he doesn't understand.
He inserted his tongue into her ear and bit her earlobe, making An Ying tingle.
An Ying couldn't help but shrank down: "I don't know."
"I really don't know? You can't fool me."[
His tongue entangled her ear hole, causing An Ying to tremble.
"I really don't know. I have never been in love." She is a good student and has never been in love.