His kiss was very hot, and he moved slightly away from her lips. She opened her mouth and was about to take a deep breath when she was blocked by him again.
All the air seemed to be swallowed up by him.
Can't breathe.
There is an illusion of hypoxia.[
Her hands gradually lost their strength and she grabbed the hem of his clothes, like a helpless child.
Let him ask for it.
Bo Qing closed his eyes slightly, his heart trembling bit by bit.
One glance and ten lines, a photographic memory.
That describes him.
But he never thought that one day, he could actually use it like this.
I memorized the lines temporarily.
Since, her favorite dream is to be a movie queen.
So, how could he ever be willing to let her give up?
After a long time, he stopped kissing her and slowly pressed his lips against hers. His excited and trembling mood gradually calmed down little by little.
His fingers, slightly wet with sweat, rubbed her face.
Her cheeks had started to get hot from the kiss.
He reluctantly lowered his head, kissed her eyes, nose, and finally her lips again.
Another passionate and deep kiss.
The wind was still blowing outside the car and the cold was still the same, but the fire was still burning quietly inside the car.
Jinyu grabbed his collar, knowing what he was going to do next.
There was no dodging or struggling.
Instead, there was an expression of expectation.
She felt his cold fingers unbuttoning her clothes, and he let out a low gasp, which was especially ambiguous and alluring in such a narrow space.[
He kissed his neck slowly, leaving a deep mark every time.
Jinyu slowly stretched out his hand and wrapped it around his neck.
She was still a little shy about this move, but this was the second time she did it, and it still felt a little natural.
When she circled him, she seemed to feel a little embarrassed.
Thinking of what Bo's mother said, you should take the initiative in bed and be shy with your words.
And those so-called "don't want" imply that you want...
