He looked drunkenly at the woman in front of him who should be called his wife. For Jiuge, he used her more than he loved her.
She was so useful that he couldn't put it down. Luo Mingxuan knew in his heart that for the woman in front of him, there was no love between men and women, but there was an indescribable dependence on her.
Tonight is the wedding night, and if I don't do something, I always feel that it is not perfect and that I have failed to live up to the good night.
And Luo Mingxuan would never suffer women other than Su Wanqing, let alone turn a deaf ear to his boundless love.
Su Jiuge was really drunk. The corners of her eyes were raised, her narrow eyes were charming, and her red lips were slightly enchanting. She got closer to the man she was deeply fascinated by, took the initiative to hug him, and kissed him.
, in an extremely warm and extremely hot way.
Her face was hot, pressed against his slightly cool chest, and her palms were hot. She deftly unbuttoned the belt of his suit pants and reached into his crotch, sometimes gently twisting it slowly, sometimes sometimes quickly stroking it.
Soon, Luo Mingxuan's body reacted to the enchantress-like mature woman in front of him. His huge weapon stood proudly. He didn't want to control, he longed for happiness, and he needed this woman in front of him.
Luo Mingxuan eagerly lifted up Su Jiuge's skirt and reached in with a pair of big hands. The fingers of the palm leaves in the night wind and the tide on the black beach were soaked in waves.
He knew it was time and she was ready for him.
He didn't kiss her because he didn't want to, he just wanted to do it, just do it. The happiness was just physical.
The luscious lips of nature, condensed with Dettol, opened in Luo Mingxuan's hand and took in the huge coral-colored tip...
The two were entangled together, like palm trees swaying in the wind on a gentle night. Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, but both of them were very emotional.
Luo Mingxuan couldn't control himself and went faster and faster, while Su Jiuge responded to him with brisk swaying and his own juices.
Suddenly, the two people dancing together in the darkness were suddenly awakened by the dazzling light, and the lights in the living room suddenly turned on.
Su Wanqing stood in front of the wall lamp switch, holding a delicate porcelain cup in her hand, looking blankly at the two people whose clothes were still intact but whose important parts were connected together.
She turned around awkwardly and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm a little thirsty here. I can't find anything to drink in the house. Come down and get a glass of water."
As he spoke, the more he explained, the more embarrassed he became. Su Wanqing held the delicate porcelain cup tightly with one hand and quickly turned off the wall lamp with the other hand.
The living room was dark again, and you couldn't see your fingers. Only Su Wanqing's trembling voice remained: "You guys... continue."
Su Wanqing stumbled up the stairs and ran away.
After returning to the room, she locked the door as quickly as possible, gasped for air, and threw herself on the soft bed.
It took a long time before the shock finally subsided.
This is not the first time she has broken into their good deeds. The first time was four years ago in the V8 box of the "Night Angel" exclusive club.
Look, how clearly she remembered. Su Wanqing smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.
They are married, they are husband and wife, and their intercourse is legitimate. This is their home, their territory, and they can be happy wherever they like.
After Su Wanqing figured it out, the embarrassment and unhappiness in her heart naturally disappeared.