A smile appeared on Hu Gechi's cold and handsome face. His light brown eyes were like the most beautiful amber, full of the gentlest affection. His lips outlined a beautiful shallow arc, like
The two camellia petals that had just been unfolded, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead gently, and his hoarse and charming voice spread between the bed curtains: "Amul, you are mine..."
The ambiguous breath spread instantly like the mist in the early morning. The tip of the nose, cheeks, and lips were filled with an unexplainable heat.
He gently wiped every inch of her skin very carefully, as if she was a fine piece of precious porcelain in his eyes. In fact, this woman had already occupied everything in his eyes and heart.
Amul only felt that her body was a little hot. She was only thirteen years old now, and she never expected to do such a thing. Her cheeks were even redder with embarrassment. She slowly closed her eyes and let the hands brush her body. Gradually.
Yes, the kiss became more intimate, and the breathing moved downwards little by little. "Brother Hu, don't be like this."
His hot chest suddenly pressed against her body, and his flexible tongue instantly entered her mouth. He delicately searched every corner of her mouth, immersed in tasting her sweet fragrance. His palms were very hot, with a kind of
The warmth that enveloped her whole body moved over her body tenderly and delicately. She couldn't help but gasp, which seemed to arouse his passion even more. The kiss became more delicate, and her soft lips were slightly moist, and they kissed lightly.
An ink scroll belonging to two people was drawn on her body.
"Well..." The moans of the bone-eroding woman spread again, Amul's cheeks were as red as sunset, and his eyes were even more moist.
Hu Gechi licked her lips and smiled. He quickly loosened his belt, and the soft fabric instantly slid down to the crook of his legs.
Amul closed his eyes shyly, and grasped the brocade quilt on the bed tightly with his hands. His breasts pressed against hers again, tightly fitting her skin. He loved her to the bone, and at this time he just wanted to
I want to fuse her with myself. However, she is so small and fragile, and it seems that she will break at the slightest move.
"Amul..."
"Call me Arnold." She opened her eyes and looked intently at the man in front of her. Her name was Zhang Qingnuo, and she wanted him to call her Arnold.
"Arnuo, Arnuo, you are mine, my Hu Gechi's Arnuo."
There was a stinging pain, as sharp as a sharp sword that instantly tore her in half. She let out a slight cry of pain and wrapped her hands around his neck.
"Don't be afraid, it just hurts a little at first."
Arnold nodded obediently, feeling that her whole body was filled to the brim. The huge faucet was pushed inward little by little, wanting to penetrate her whole body. His strong arms hugged her, and he pressed her with one hand.
In the back of her head, she only felt that the two people seemed to be one person at this time. His heart beat with hers, and her heart moved with his. She had never tried this feeling before.
This is the first time in two lifetimes.
She was a girl from the twentieth century, so she naturally understood what was happening to her. So, she tried her best to relax herself, slowly closed her eyes, and listened quietly to the ups and downs of each other's breathing.
Brother Hu's red eyes lit up, and the smile at the corner of his mouth grew stronger. He wanted her to become the happiest woman in the world and give him everything she had. He kissed her lips gently, the tenderness in his eyes making him want to
Submerged her. Arnold groaned, and his fingernails dug tightly into his hard skin. His mind seemed to suddenly wake up for a moment, and he nervously wanted to let go, but he heard considerate words in his ears, "Arnold