He pressed on her body and kissed her skin passionately, from her neck to her chest...
It lingered in the pit of her heart.
He kissed her seriously, as if he wanted to carve some kind of imprint on her heart.
The bright sunlight casts a dreamlike brilliance inside the house, and the ancient windows are carved with hollow-like patterns.[
The two people on the floor were intertwined, their shadows twinkling.
Clothes were scattered on the ground.
Her curved and delicate body was filled with a faint fragrance. Under his obsessive eyes, layers of deep colors appeared along the edges.
The merciless slender fingers and cold fingertips seemed to have a unique seductive charm, gliding across her body inch by inch.
In a simple and elegant room, there is an antique illusion.
Even this love scene is full of charm and elegance.
There was no gasping, no screaming, and no lustful collision of bodies.
There is only his cherishment, his caution, his utmost care, and her all-conquering forbearance...
The second before Bo Qing entered her body, her eyes were trembling. She couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or sadness, but he slowly inserted his (words omitted) into her body inch by inch.
Dry and tight.
Wrap him up.
Even so, it still made him feel more frightened than other women.
"Qiqi, I want you, I want you..."
In the quiet room, his tone was so clear and charming, pulling her into his arms and hitting her body.
He felt her heartbreaking pain, and also felt her desire to escape.
However, he didn't give her any chance.
His hands were inserted into her long hair, her makeup was gone, but he kissed her soft skin wantonly, leaving indelible marks one after another on her body.
The tip of Qiqi's nose was filled with the delicious fragrance of jasmine.
She tilted her head and thought for a long time. It seemed that Boqing had had many women, and those women had different scents, but when they came to her, they would always have this scent.[