He worked harder to tease the woman beneath her, making her unable to hear any sounds around her, and obediently hung her legs on her waist.
"Who am I?" Zheng Keyun still felt that it was not enough.
"Zheng...Zheng Keyun..." Xia Ruoqi climbed his arms.
"No, I'm talking about another identity."
"You are...you are..."[
"You forgot that we are already married? Since we are married, what should you call me?" Zheng Keyun asked gently rubbed her breasts.
"Old...husband?"
"Smart girl." Zheng Keyun smiled, holding her slender waist with a wide palm, scorching as hard as iron, slowly sliding into the flower path, deeply occupying it.
"Well..." Xia Ruoqi shouted with satisfaction.
A more violent roar came from the pink phone that fell into the middle of the slit of the chair. Zheng Keyun turned a deaf ear and swung his waist, causing himself to sink deeper into her body.
Xia Ruoqi let out a more charming low moan, and kept calling his name.
Zheng Keyun could no longer bear it, and she couldn't help but thrust her waist hard, frantically entering and exiting the wet parts between her legs.
First, he slowly withdrew, and at the moment when he was about to leave her completely, he rushed fiercely and completely penetrated her tender body!
The fierce and powerful sprint brings waves of joy.
Xia Ruoqi wrapped her arms tightly, enduring the fierce invasion of Zheng Keyun, and her slender legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, clamping them as he galloped...
In an instant, the narrow carriage was filled with the heavy breathing of a man and the charming moans of a woman...
The man and woman who are deeply trapped in lust have already completely forgotten the phone in the corner...
After the passion.
Xia Ruoqi curled softly under Zheng Keyun, her closed eyes trembled slightly, and her breathing was a little unbalanced.
Zheng Keyun's body was tightly pressed against her and refused to withdraw.
He lay down on Xia Ruoqi, his wet and hot lips wandering beside her red cheeks, enjoying her lazily because of his out of control.
Xia Ruoqi lay there without moving for a long time.
Slowly, the eyes, which were confused by excessive passion, slowly recovered.
The eyelashes trembled slightly and opened little by little.[
The first thing that caught my eye was Zheng Keyun's handsome face with sweat beads.
She was stunned for a moment, and reached out her hand reflexively, trying to push him away.