The relationship between two people has always been like this. [26nbsp;]
He dominated her emotionally and physically.
Such pleasure is more exciting than emotion.
She was immersed in such madness and shivered all over.
I never dream of such a beauty - sometimes, such tremor is more shocking than emotions.
I thought that love is what you love me and I love you.
However, unexpectedly, there is a real level of such a level.
No wonder, the infatuated men and women in this world always like to immerse themselves in such a slap, and from then on, they can't extricate themselves.
Because he was doing his best to please her - he never pleased a woman so in his life. It was not even pleasing, but just an instinct, an eager touch - I hope he could bring her the greatest
The happiness.
That's it.
To make her happy.
To create a new beginning for two people.
His full confidence was that this was the new beginning-because the two men's souls had never ascended so much, so close.
It has reached an indivisible point.
He was sweating all over his face. The same was true when he saw her. Even the crystal clearness on the corners of his eyes was not sure whether it was tears or sweat.
In the midst of my infatuation, I couldn't help but murmur, my red lips were as bright as a flower: "Scum...scum...you will be my scumbag for the rest of your life, and you will never change your mind..."
"Okay, my scumbag."
He breathed heavily, bringing her pleasure to the extreme.
Then, it was like a flying feather.
He suddenly lost the power to control her and fell down.
Falling heavily on her.
But she couldn't feel the pressure.
Under his first storm-like baptism, there was only that shocking heartbeat. After a long time, his eyes were closed, and his eyelashes were wetter than the thin cicada wings.
After a long time, he suddenly moved, turned sideways, and hugged her.
She lay docilely in his arms, sweat dripping all over her body. No one even thought of wiping her sweat.
He kissed her, and even her sweat came into her mouth. So did she, sucking the saltiness in his mouth—or perhaps sweetness.
Her voice was also soft, just like her hands, just like her body, soft, without a trace of bones, almost making her heart soft: "Scum... I really like you... Do you like me