Chapter 615 : Why are your clothes so hard to take off?
Meng Beichen helplessly wiped her tears, and then lay down under her as she asked. He just prayed that she would not stop midway. Today, he couldn't stop. He had suppressed it for so long, and she tortured her again.
He's all the way.
Seeing that he was obedient, Han Yixing immediately raised the corners of his mouth again, lay on top of him, and muttered to himself: "How can I be strong?"
Meng Beichen couldn't laugh or cry. It seemed that the little guy couldn't get drunk.
The image of him tearing her clothes flashed in Han Yixing's mind, and he wanted to do the same. She pulled Meng Beichen's expensive shirt into a ball and couldn't tear it apart. She was annoyed and bit his chest through the clothes.
Take a sip.
Meng Beichen shouted softly, but he couldn't tell whether it was pain or other emotions. He just felt that this little guy was really tormenting him.[
Han Yixing became a little excited when he heard him shouting. She patted his chest and shouted, "There are pants!" After saying that, she touched his waist with her little hands. Occasionally, she accidentally touched his already gradually hardened penis.
thing.
Meng Beichen felt a ball of fire rushing to his forehead. He was a little stimulated by her. He wanted to push her away, but he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hold her closer.
Somewhat unbearably, she wanted to kiss him, but she began to struggle again, "Don't move, don't move!"
She knocked his hand off, but she couldn't untie his belt for a long time. She shouted angrily: "Why is it so difficult to take off your clothes? Take off your clothes!"
She started to order him again, and she unintentionally unbuttoned a few buttons. She lay down and started kissing him randomly. Her warm and moist tongue almost made Meng Beichen lose his mind.
What he was angry about now was that it was in the car, otherwise he would really have to give this little guy a good repair.
Her lower abdomen kept pressing against his erection, and he felt that he couldn't bear it. The little guy's kiss slowly moved downwards. Just when he felt that he was about to collapse, the car stopped.
He breathed a heavy sigh of relief and pulled her up, "Good boy, we're home, get off the car."
"No, I haven't forced you yet." She opened her eyes and still shouted anxiously.
Meng Beichen almost wanted to vomit blood, so he patiently helped her tidy up her clothes, and kept coaxing: "I'm already strong, huh? You can force yourself again when we go home..."