Mu Zhaochu hugged her tightly, staggered back several steps, and then stood still.
The woman who was throwing herself on him had already begun to peel off his clothes. Mu Zhaoxuan was stunned for a moment, and quickly came to his senses. Without being an exhibitionist, he ordered everyone present to retreat with his eyes, and then he hugged and clung to her like a lustful ghost.
A woman stripping herself of clothes enters the house.
When they walked into the inner room, Mu Zhaozhu was stripped down to his close-fitting white clothes, except for a woman who hugged him, gnawed and bit her, and eagerly put her hand into his chest to touch around.
"Emperor..." He opened his mouth, trying to tell her to calm down. As soon as the word came out, she immediately felt her body stiffen, and then she was silenced by the passionate kiss.
Mu Zhaozhen was not a saint. How could he remain calm in the face of such a passionate attack from the woman he loved? So he fought back without thinking.[
While kissing her back, his slender palms quickly untied her belt, slid it in from the front, lingered on the white and smooth skin for a few seconds, then went straight to the center of gravity, grasped the softness of her chest, and kneaded it wantonly
.
He quickly took off her clothes that were in the way and threw them to the side. At the same time, he swept away the bonsai on the table with one hand. He quickly moved his two hands down, cupped her soft round body, and gently lifted her.
Put it on the table,
"Zi...zi..." Qiucao's lips were finally willing to leave him, and she stopped to pant slightly, her moist eyes sparkling with seductive light.
Mu Zhaochu hummed, lowered his head and quickly sealed her lips, changing his passiveness into activeness. His dexterous tongue entered her mouth, sweeping and sucking hard.
The two of them clung to each other and kissed each other. Mu Zhaoxu pulled off Qiucao's panties a little too roughly, held her up slightly, and impetuously penetrated her with a force that shocked her, filling her up steadily.
Qiucao's brain, which had been knocked dazed by the blow, suddenly woke up. Her eyes touched his cheeks that were flushed with lust, his tense chin, and his Adam's apple sliding up and down with an aggressive melody. He finally regained some ability to think, "Why...he..."
……you……"
Of course Mu Zhaochu knew what she was going to say was why he appeared here and why Mu Zhaochu was willing to let him in to meet her...