403. Chapter 403 Passionate Burning Beginning Night 8
He was just talking casually and teasing her, and he liked to see her flush with embarrassment and stare at him with her almond-shaped eyes, which was very cute.
Unexpectedly, her body stiffened and she relaxed in an instant, "Okay."
It was his turn to be dumbfounded. He turned over her body and looked at her carefully. He saw that she was smiling sweetly, with a hint of shyness between her eyebrows. She was incredibly beautiful under the light.
Suddenly, his heartbeat was pounding like thunder, and his throat was a little dry, "Seriously?"
Her face turned slightly red and she looked away awkwardly, "Fake."
Before he finished speaking, his body was lifted into the air and the man's deep and hoarse voice sounded in his ears. "It's too late, don't regret it."
If he tolerates it any longer, he will no longer be a man.
Qingting was startled, his heart was pounding wildly, and he was thinking of an excuse in a panic, "Hey, Leng Qirui, you are injured..."
"Shut up."
Kicking hard with his heel, he closed the bedroom door. He quickly rushed to the big bed and put her on the bed. Before she could react, she was dizzy. His tall body came over, and he held her small chin with his left hand and pressed his hot lips.
He came down, different from the previous self-control, this time, he was fanatical and domineering, with a trace of desperate determination, as strong as flames, vowing to burn the world.
She seemed to be hit by electric current, her whole body felt weak and numb, and she was a little afraid of what was about to happen, "Don't be like this, I..."
Although she was prepared and knew that he would not hurt her, she was still inexplicably uneasy.
"What? Is this it?" His body pressed her firmly, and his flexible tongue gently licked her lips, as if a feather was brushing against him, and as gentle as a butterfly kiss, but he did not allow her to escape.
Her whole body was as soft as a pool of spring water, and her mind went blank. She allowed him to do whatever he wanted, which turned her senses upside down. Her hands were weakly clinging to his neck, and she was gasping for breath.
He looked at the girl with slightly closed eyes and a flushed face under him, his blood boiled, all the blood rushed to one place, and he screamed and bit her into his belly. It was obvious that she was no longer a green young man, but that she was in love with ease among the flowers.
The prodigal son, but facing her, he couldn't control his feelings, arousing the most passionate desire in his heart.
It was like a fire burning in his body, causing pain all over his body. It was like a dynamite pack. He wanted to swallow her in one gulp, but he didn't dare to use force for fear of hurting her. He put a hand into her
Carefully and piously caressing the clothes, wherever they go, the clothes gradually fade away, revealing the snow-white skin, the small and exquisite snow peaks, and the slender waist that cannot bear the weight of a handful...
The tip of the tongue gently licks, very solemnly and gently, as if it is a kind of worship, and it seems like a ritual, leaving his traces and his taste on every inch of the skin.
Qingting's body gradually warmed up, and he blinked his big, misty eyes, misty and crimson, with a charming look, "I'm afraid..."
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." The kiss went down little by little, to the chin, neck, breasts... Hot sweat rolled down drop by drop on the pink and delicate body, which was burning.
She stared at him blankly, a strange and unfamiliar feeling came to her, her limbs melted, she wanted to push him away, but also wanted to hug him tightly...
"Tingting, help me take off my clothes." The man was tense and sweating profusely.
She stretched out her hand as if she was possessed, and clumsily helped him take off his restraints until there was no obstacle between the two. The touch as delicate as suet made his blood boil, and his head was sweating profusely. "Tingting, give it to me, okay?"