However, as soon as the words were spoken, the man's thin lips had taken advantage of the opportunity to seal her breath, kissing every inch of her skin in a delicate manner, tentatively poking out the tip of his tongue, kissing so lingeringly.
Qianxun has never been in love, and his only love experience is still a secret love that cannot be placed in the sun. The senior brother has said countless times that he is willing to marry her, but it is just a promise. In addition, he treats her.
It is about love and politeness, and even kisses on the forehead and cheeks, not to mention such passionate and passionate kisses.
This kind of "adult" intimate contact was always the only one who would do that to her. He sucked her tongue and did not allow her to refuse any of it.
He placed her hands, which she didn't know where to put, on her neck, letting her circle around her, hanging most of her body's weight on him.
Her nightgown was already rubbed and wrinkled, and her exposed skin showed a bright pink color. Friction with his clothes, absorbing all the heat belonging to him, penetrated into the skin, and slowly began to melt from the inside.
When he was no longer satisfied with his relatives and began to try to touch her, Qianxun began a new round of tension, came back to his senses in panic, and hugged his arms tightly.
His gentle voice seemed to be tempting, blowing in her ears, with a burning heat in every word, "Do you like my thank you?"
Her whole face turned red, her head against his chest, and she heard his heart beating violently. The sound was really nice, even more moving than the most beautiful music in the world.
"If you don't speak, I can only understand that you are not satisfied enough." He bit her ears and carefully thinned her soft earlobe with his teeth, creating wave after wave of strange ripples, "In order to repay his kindness,"
, you must be more sincere.”
His lips fell between her neck, sucking her sensitive skin. Her skin was like a baby, tender and delicate than imagined. He was teasing, but he almost managed to hold on with a kiss afterwards.
I almost wanted to tear her nightgown to pieces and then I was on the dining table and asked her happily.
Qianxun endured the joy and pleasure that ran through her body. The strangeness made her even more scared, making a slight whine, like a cat who was only loved, unconsciously making that satisfied whine.
What exactly is she doing?
He clearly had the power to resist him, but he couldn't do it. He was soft and let his kiss completely melt her.
Fengxing had no intention of letting her go.
The hard and cold dining table is not a good place to go.
He picked her up and kissed her slightly, gently and slowly, brushing her trembling lips over and over again, swallowing all her sweetness.
In the bedroom, the lights are dim.
It's still an hour before it's going to be dawn, and it's the dimest time of the day.
He threw her heavily onto the bed, Feng Xing impatiently tore open the collar, and used too much force, and one button fell off, landed on the carpet, jumped twice, rolled under the bed and couldn't see it.
He pounced on him and firmly brought Qianxun, who wanted to sit up, pressed back to his original place.