It was just a momentary impulse, not mixed with any other thoughts at all, and it was impossible for this impulse to occur a second time.
However, Sikong Jingqiu was determined to hear her say it a second time. He stared at her with his dark eyes and asked again, "What did you just call me?"
Haiyue was forced to have no choice. On the one hand, she was also worried that he would miss the flight, so she could only bite the bullet, take a deep breath, and shout, "Old, husband..." [
Then, he quickly lowered his head.
The next second, someone grabbed her chin and lifted her. Before Haiyue could react, Sikong Jingqiu lowered his head and kissed her hard.
The hot thin lips tasted and sucked domineeringly, and the flexible tongue pried open her defenseless lips and poured into her saliva, greedily sucking her lilac tongue, tempting her to respond.
The briefcase in his hand was thrown casually onto the desk. Sikong Jingqiu put his arm around her waist, picked her up, put her on the desk, and kissed her deeper,
It almost took away all the strength from her body.
The big hands were not idle, they moved up from the waist, held the plump and soft breasts through her clothes, and kneaded them wantonly.
In her confusion, Haiyue seemed to hear the sound of her clothes being torn, and her hot palms were directly pressed against her and exposed to the air, and her fair skin was slightly stained with coldness, and she began to wander around wildly.
Passionate kisses kept falling on Haiyue's cheek, neck, and collarbone. Sikong Jingqiu freed up a hand, unzipped his black trousers, and then wrapped Haiyue's legs around his waist.
Their lower bodies were pressed against each other tightly, and the burning desire touched her intimately.
A feeling that she had never experienced before invaded Haiyue's senses. She shrank in fear and touched the briefcase that Sikong Jingqiu had casually thrown on the desk just now.
"Pa--" The sound of the heavy object falling to the ground shocked the two people who were tightly entangled.
Remembering Xia Dongye's instructions in his mind, Sikong Jingqiu suddenly stopped moving. Junyi's face was flushed with lust, and his dissatisfied breath blew heavily on Haiyue's equally flushed cheeks.
God! Just a little bit...just a little bit, she did it with Sikong Jingqiu on the desk.