1672. Chapter 1672 My heart is too small to hold your big weapon
Lingyin didn't have time to savor this flattering treatment, and then he felt a soft hand pulling hard on his collar.
Huahua couldn't wait to tear off Lingyin's tie. Because she moved quickly, it was not easy to succeed, and Lingyin almost couldn't breathe.
Huahua withdrew his weird and flexible tongue, and his lower body kept rubbing Lingyin's lower body. He lowered his head, and flexibly used his hands to untie Lingyin, who was strangled so hard that his cheeks were bloodshot. He threw the tie on the ground, and then used his hands
With a strong tug, the buttons of Lingyin's shirt fell to the ground one by one.
Lingyin's mood could no longer be described as flattered, he was simply too excited to speak.
The next second, Huahua's kiss came again. He stroked Lingyin's chest with one hand, and inserted the other hand into Lingyin's hair, pulling hard, rough movements, and fierce nibbling, endlessly.
Desires that have ceased to exist were staged without warning in the brightly lit living room.
Huahua didn't know why he was so impatient. He still felt that Lingyin was a bit unreal. If he didn't do something to verify his true existence, Huahua felt uneasy.
It seemed that his body desperately longed for Lingyin's body.
At the same time, Huahua felt a pair of hands pulling up his shirt, and then his belt was being untied bit by bit. Then he heard the sound of the chain being pulled down, and he felt his already hot desire.
- Hope it falls into Lingyin's hands.
"Is this really a sign that you don't want me?" Lingyin hugged him, and the two slowly moved from the door to the sofa. Huahua was put down by Lingyin, and he lay on the sofa, holding Lingyin hard.
He took off his shirt, pulled him down, held his head with both hands, and kissed Lingyin's face like a wild animal.
"My young master, this is pure lust!" Huahua is so stubborn!
Lingyin didn't know whether he longed for herself or was just pure lust. He only knew that Huahua's every move now seemed like he wanted to tear himself apart. His sharp claws scratched his back with scratches one after another. He looked at it.
It didn't hurt, both bodies were so hot that they would burn each other.
They were entangled fiercely, exploring each other's bodies, touching each other's sensitive areas, and the perfect combination of strength and beauty unfolded between the two.
Lingyin stroked Huahua's cheek, which was soaked with sweat. His voice was low but very tempting: "Say that you miss me, okay, Huahua?"
Huahua kept licking his face, from the eyebrows to the tip of the nose, from the tip of the nose to the lips, from the lips to the chin, not sparing every inch of skin, licking Lingyin's face until it was full of liquid, but he preferred to
Don't say what Lingyin likes to hear: "Stop being so pretty, how could this young master miss you?"
"Why did you throw me rotten eggs?" Lingyin's hand kept stroking Huahua's body. His hand seemed to be carrying high-voltage electricity. Wherever he touched it, Huahua's skin couldn't stop trembling. "You also threw me
Send everything?"
"Why do I still keep your things after we've already said goodbye?" Huahua turned over and sat on Lingyin's body, "Were you attacked by a rotten egg?"
"Squirted all over my face."
After hearing this, Huahua burst out laughing, gloating unabashedly.
Lingyin smiled helplessly: "Are you happy?"
"Hmph! Who told you to leave without saying goodbye? Do you think I, Huahua, are easy to bully? I didn't spray you with sulfuric acid, so you should burn incense, you know?"