The next second, Zi Yang slipped out of his circle and spun around at the edge of his reach. Her whole body shouted with great excitement and joy: "Honghong, haha, you can't catch me..."
"mock up!"
Fu Hong immediately untied the tie that was half untied by Zi Yang but was still hanging around his neck. He threw the outer suit heavily to the ground and quickly chased after him.
"Let's see how I deal with you, you monster!"
"Hehe, Honghong, you chase me, but you just can't catch me..."
Ziyang's figure is as soft as her waist, and her feet seem not to be a pair of seven-centimeter high heels, but a pair of skates. Her whole body is more like a light bird, dancing gracefully and lingeringly in the huge bedroom.
"Haha, Honghong, you just can't catch me, you can't catch me!"
Fu Hong felt like his whole body was burning with a raging fire. Listening to her cute and naughty laughter and her sexy and sultry voice, an electric current ran through his whole body.
"Yangyang, come here..."
She pouted her little mouth: "No, come and catch me!"
Fu Hong continued to swallow.
"Okay, tonight, whatever you want me to do, I'll do whatever you want. I'll leave the initiative to you, Yangyang. You can play whatever you want, but you have to be faster, uh..."
Zi Yang twisted her small waist, raised her hands above her head and kept dancing.
As if she was afraid that Fu Hong wouldn't see her waist and abdomen, she kept twisting her waist, drawing all his eyes to her waist.
Moreover, it still doesn’t feel satisfying.
She pushed out her breasts again to show that she had grown up and become plump again...
Her smile was bright and she was filled with boundless joy.
"Honghong, do you love me? Look, look?"
This person completely lost his face to Siberia. He twisted his waist and straightened his chest without any shame: "Look, look here, look here, do you notice any difference from before? You're right, I'll give you one
Kiss passionately."
She just tried her best, sometimes turning sideways and lowering her eyelashes, sometimes nodding her forehead and stroking her arms, sometimes standing straight, using her flexible and skilled limbs to attract his attention to the changes in her body.
Fu Hong held his chin, understanding in his heart, but with a faint curiosity on his face.
"What's changed?"
Oops, why didn't he notice that her waist was thinner and her breasts were firmer?
Ziyang continued to twist her waist and straighten her chest hard, her red lips opening one by one.
"Look, oh, look at yourself, there are changes... Honghong, do you love me or not?"
I haven't seen any obvious changes at all.
Fu Hong pretended to be confused.
Shake his head.
Twist... twist... twist...
Keep your chest out…throw your chest out…thus your chest out…
"Still don't see it?"
While speaking, Fu Hong had already unbuttoned his belt, but still shook his head, and then asked doubtfully: "It seems that the skin has become a little whiter."
"No, I'm not asking you to observe the colors. Look, why don't you see it here?"
Ziyang was a little tired from twisting, so she almost shouted: My waist is thinner and my breasts are bigger...
She gritted her teeth angrily, walked to Fu Hong's side in a few steps, and took one of his hands.
Fu Hong took advantage of the situation and hugged her whole body, and then smiled lowly: "What changes are there, let me take a closer look."
The next second, he took her directly and started to spin...
Although he has never danced this kind of fast-paced dance, he followed suit and danced normal ballroom dances very well, so a few moves instantly made the atmosphere more ambiguous.