Toss and turns, kiss her. [26nbsp;] From the messy hair on her forehead to the gentle lips, and even the fine and dense beads of sweat on her collarbone - a little salty taste, it adds to the feeling of each other's real existence.
It is an infinite tenderness after passion.
"Little devil, I'm so happy... You are so good... so good..."
She is really good. She is ten thousand times better than any woman he has ever seen.
That kind of happiness is something he has never received before. It is like a surprise, you already feel it is enough, but there are still many surprises waiting for you... waiting for you...
She didn't dare to answer because of fear. That kind of fear was enlarging... one layer after another... it would fall... it would definitely fall... over time, it would surrender under the man's body... it would surrender...
Below this majestic and strong body.
Perhaps, since the small dark room, this kind of surrender has become deeply rooted.
The body is more loyal than the heart, and the senses are often more likely to betray than reason.
Human beings are slaves of desire. No one can escape this solid barrier.
Because, this **, the weakest side of people is best presented.
Days pass day by day. Every night, every day... whenever the prosperity comes, the two of them will forget their affection.
His Majesty almost racked his brains and used all the tricks—everything he learned as the emperor—to become his endless tricks.
Every day, he will come up with new tricks. Every day, he will change many surprises.
When the body is completely conquered by a man, how can the heart not fall into decline!
Eating, dressing, acting, and love... are all ordinary. Occasionally, she even quietly caresses her belly, hoping for a miracle.
...
His Majesty's leg injury gradually became unhindered, and he regained his hobbies and habits during the war. One day, he actually got back with a muntjac.
The autumn is clear and refreshing. It was when the muntjac was very thick and the smell was very strong. Perhaps it was because of the thorns in the jungle that had their clothes broken, and half of their shoulders were exposed. The noble emperor disappeared, and he became an ordinary family man,
Sexual and free...
He casually took it off and threw it aside. Shuilian walked over, picked it up quietly, took the needle and thread, and sewed it for him.