Mo Xier's eyes were filled with deep fear, and she couldn't move at all after being suppressed.
She opened her eyes and looked at the originally white gauze on his shoulder, which was now soaked with red blood stains and dyed into a shockingly beautiful rose flower, so domineeringly beautiful and so dazzlingly red.
She held her feet together tightly, and his kisses went all the way down her body, seeming to leave his chrome mark on her translucent skin.
While kissing, one hand clasped her hands above her head to prevent her from suddenly resisting again.
He has experienced many times how terrible this woman can be when she is ruthless.[
Nangongze didn't want to be killed by him at the critical moment, let alone faint in the process, which would become his shame.
Since she didn't take the initiative and kept pretending to be childish, then he would help her.
No matter how innocent you pretend to be, you will only become a whore under him.
The other hand traveled all the way over her beautiful skin, his fingers were hot and he found her sensitive areas with familiarity.
Xi'er's throat overflowed with frightened ****, and she couldn't help but think that it was her own voice. It sounded so intoxicating, it seemed to be painful, and it seemed to be happy.
She thought that at this moment, he would pounce down like a beast.
It turned out not to be the case. His fingers explored her body gracefully, as if her body were the perfect and noble keys on which he was playing moving music.
Under his playing, her body seemed to be hit by electric currents one after another, and she kept trembling.
Until her body completely surrendered to him, she felt numb and itchy, and a great desire arose in her heart. She twisted her body involuntarily, as if begging him not to stop, begging him to continue, continue, continue, continue.
…
do not stop……
Or go deeper.
She didn't know how to go deep, and there was a blur of color in her eyes, so charming and full of sultry charm.
The exquisite body, the smooth and transparent skin, the beautiful plumpness, even every pore seems to be calling for something.
Nangongze's eyes became darker and darker, and she finally revealed her true colors.
He leaned towards her ear and said softly: "See, do you really want me to be you? If you do, please please me, little thing, stop pretending, you are like that in front of me.
It’s useless, don’t worry, I will give you the pleasure that other men cannot give you.”
What he meant was that to him, all her reactions just now were all staged. She should stop acting and get to the point quickly?
Does he mean that she has slept with countless men? He wants to compete with other men to see whose bed skills are better?
Her body stiffened, and the tide of passion had not dissipated. Her lips were slightly opened, but her eyes were stunned for a moment.
Seeing the deep mockery in his eyes, even though the hardness of his body was still threatening her body, she still couldn't stop feeling the strange feeling just now.[
But his words made her suddenly realize that in his eyes, she was just a bed partner at best, a bed partner who could reach out and reach out.
All his patience, teasing, and gentle touches are all because he wants to see his miserable state under his body. For him, this is the greatest pleasure.