Kissing is like an addictive poison. After Fang Feifan tasted it once, he couldn't stop. The women before him were sweet and lovely, but they didn't have the feeling that Su Ho gave him.
How can I put it, even if she is a bowl of poison, he is still willing to drink poison to quench his thirst!
Fang Feifan couldn't remember how many times he lowered the shower head, savoring the taste of her lips, which made his hands sore. She was just that kind of dish. He was eager to eat her, but he couldn't bear to eat it all at once.
After finishing it, I felt satisfied after tasting a little bit.
For someone like Su Ho who was kissing for the first time, what's more, when she got home, she looked in the mirror and stared at her red and swollen lips that were bitten by him, and then her face became increasingly hotter and hotter, and her body became increasingly empty.
Fang Feifan was like a drug addict. Every time he saw Su Ho, he first kissed her passionately and then teased her. Su Ho was kissed so hard that he had no ability to fight back and could only blush.
With a smile on her face, she snuggled into his arms.
"Xiao He, why should I eat you? I'm so hungry!" That time, he drove her to the top of the mountain and scared her with a smile: "How about tonight, right here, um, let me think about it, in the wild
Combat is more exciting... Wow..."
The flesh on his arm was picked up and rotated 360 degrees. Fang Feifan screamed in pain. He smiled, very happy. The girl he liked was like this, with thorns, so beautiful.
After Fang Feifan felt the pain, he held the beauty in his arms, blew the cool breeze from the mountain with satisfaction, and smiled: "Xiao He, let's just live in peace for the rest of our lives. Okay, if you're not happy, just hit me until you're happy."
, I don’t like to see you unhappy.”
"Beat to death?"
"Are you willing?"
"If you're willing to give it up, I'll kill you and find another one."
Fang Feifan was furious and lifted her chin for another long, wet and passionate kiss. She couldn't say anything nice with her mouth, so it would be better not to give her a chance to speak.
Fang Feifan used his love for her to control the situation very well. Whenever he was about to lose control, he would take a deep breath and hug her, adjusting his breath and the images in his mind that he could no longer control.
Many times, Su Ho asked in a very considerate manner: "Fei Fei, are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"It's so uncomfortable. Do you want me?" Fang Feifan always teased her with a mischievous smile: "Well, our little darling is so good. Come on, come on, let's go back and continue the battle for three hundred rounds."
"No, I, I heard that there are other ways!" The more she spoke, the lower her voice became and her head lowered, feeling very embarrassed.
Fang Feifan was not happy, but rather unhappy, and asked: "What did Li Luo teach you again?"
"No, no, she said that she and Ou Shaojun were like this at the beginning. Oh, Ou Shaojun asked her to help with that, do you want it?" Su Ho looked at Fang Feifan pitifully and pursed his lips: "Don't you like it?"
Fang Feifan would always hold her close lovingly at this time: "It's not that I don't like it, men will have a lot of thoughts about the woman they like and think of various ways to torture her. See, it's not because they don't love her, but because
Love, but I can’t bear to leave you, Xiaohe, you shouldn’t do this in my heart.”
"But, I want you to be happy. Every time I see you feeling so uncomfortable, I always feel like..."
"Ha..." Fang Feifan was so happy that he whispered in her ear: "Do you want to see it, huh?"
"Yet... I still don't want it anymore." Su Ho resisted a little and coughed lightly.
Fang Feifan would laugh heartily, and sometimes he would pick her up and spin her around twice until she screamed in fright before letting her down.
Of course, there were times when the situation got out of control, and Fang Feifan was condemned by his conscience, but he was so happy that he soon blossomed under her young hands.
It was in his house. The two of them were hugging each other and watching TV, but when the kissing scene appeared, the two of them kissed together. Unknowingly, they moved from the sofa to the bed, and he pressed her under him.
Kissing her, his hands touched all over her body, and he stripped her of all her clothes, leaving only a pair of panties.
At the last moment, he provoked her and quenched her thirst twice through the fabric of her pants. Finally, he reluctantly rubbed her thighs. The angry dragon didn't look like it was about to leave the house at all. Instead, it became more and more courageous as it fought.
It was getting bigger and bigger, and she could even feel the clear pulse beating under the hot temperature.
Fang Feifan held himself, stepped aside, and took a deep breath: "Huh... Xiaohe, I'm going to take a shower..."
Just as Fang Feifan was about to leave, Su Ho took his hand, his face was red with lust, and he pursed his lips: "I, let me help you."
"No, please be good, otherwise I will really lose control." Fang Feifan kissed her eyelids reassuringly, and smiled reluctantly: "Go to the bathroom inside and take a shower. There are your clothes in the closet, all of them."
Change the new one and let’s go have dinner, eh?”
Su Ho shook his head firmly: "Fei Fei, you feel uncomfortable..."
"I..." Fang Feifan admitted that he couldn't resist her understanding, so he had to compromise, holding her hand and covering it: "Then you touch it, it will make me feel better..."
Su Ho believed it and stroked him gently, a little tremblingly. However, the angry dragon grew bigger and hotter under her hands. She heard Fang Feifan's soft groan and looked up to see him.
He raised his head impatiently.
Su Ho shook it and wanted to take his hand away, but Fang Feifei had already lost consciousness. He reached out to hold her hand, held her hand, and led her to start fucking her.
Soon, Su Ho was frightened by the white turbid liquid sprayed and backed away, but before she could, it was all over her body. She looked at him in shock as he exhaled for a long time, groaned, and hugged her.
She lay on the bed.
"I'm sorry..." Fang Feifan hugged her, and the liquid on her body got all over him. He whispered in her ear: "I, I really can't hold it back."
"It's okay, but..." Su Ho thought it was over, but the weak thing on her thigh pushed up again, and she was embarrassed: "Do you want to do it again?"
Fang Feifan just laughed, and said with a silly smile: "No, Xiaohe, that's enough, I'm very satisfied."
Su Ho didn't understand, but she didn't want to think about it anymore, because her hands were so sore. She didn't spend much time, but she still felt sore. A smile appeared on her lips, and she thought she could do something for him.
Instead of blindly accepting the good things he brought her.
Memories came over like waves in the sea, then rolled up Fang Feifan and brought him back to the sea. Then he drowned, couldn't breathe, and felt extremely uncomfortable.
Why did he think she didn't love him before? She had clearly done so much. When did he start to doubt her love?