Met You in the Most Beautiful Years [127] This time I really gave myself to
After saying that, Ye Hehuan lowered his head to look at the bra button again. He was busy and anxious, and muttered: "Why can't I open it? I will never buy her underwear again..."
After waiting for a while, before help came, Ye Hehuan raised his eyes again, and what caught his sight was the dark shirt close at hand.
Yu Zhongxiao happened to walk behind her.
The two of them were relatively close. Ye Hehuan's shoulders seemed to be touching his shirt. Yu Zhongxiao's deep voice sounded in his ears: "Take off all your clothes. What do you want to do?"
"Painting." She said confidently.
After a moment of silence, Yu Zhongxiao whispered: "Can't open it?"
Ye Hehuan suddenly felt a little shy and hummed vaguely.
A pair of long and beautiful hands had already taken the bra button from her hand.
Touching his warm fingers accidentally, Ye Hehuan blushed and took back her hand, standing motionless, her teeth biting her lower lip in her mouth, her body sensitively feeling every movement of Yu Zhongxiao's hand.
Then, when the shoulder straps were loosened, the bra no longer conformed to her body so well.
There was no restraint on her chest, and she suddenly felt unsafe. Ye Hehuan tried to take the bra button with her backhand, and asked: "Are you ready?"
The man behind him didn't let go.
Ye Hehuan's heartbeat quickened a little, and her hand was still on the back of his hand. She turned her head slightly and realized that Yu Zhongxiao was very close to her. He lowered his head slightly, and his two thin lips almost touched her forehead.
This kind of action is filled with the ambiguity of wanting to refuse but to welcome.
His throat was a little dry and his forehead suddenly felt hot. Ye Hehuan said, "Do you want to touch it?"
"Where to touch?" The breath between Yu Zhongxiao's nose brushed against the back of her ears, with burning heat and itching, and his sexy voice was as low as whispering to her.
Three words blurted out, but when he reacted, he felt that these were not the words he should say, and it felt like...dressing up.
Under normal circumstances, shouldn't I have taken the clothes and put them on her?
But what did he just do?
Just as he was about to let go of the bra button, her hand was firmly held by her, and he was brought forward slightly, with her delicate and white back in his palm.
Yu Zhongxiao didn't let go of her little hand, and suddenly he didn't want to let go. He let her lead him around to the front, and penetrated through the edge of the bra. The generous male hand covered her warm and soft breasts, clearly feeling her
A pounding heartbeat.
Ye Hehuan pursed the corners of his lips, holding back his anxiety and said: "Feel it first, and you will know the size when you draw it later."
As he spoke, he put pressure on the back of his hand: "Is it developing well?"
Yu Zhongxiao's throat tightened, and his low voice became hoarse: "When you were in school, the teacher taught you how to draw like this?"
"Do you not like it?"
Ye Hehuan raised his head sideways, almost touching the tip of his nose. His big cat pupils were particularly bright: "I have never learned painting and I don't have a teacher. Do you want to teach me?"
Do you want to teach me...
Before Yu Zhongxiao could give an answer, his other hand had already been grabbed and slid over her flat belly. When their eyes met, the hand was already hidden in her panties.
The blush on Ye Hehuan's face became more obvious, but her clean eyes were full of amorous feelings that did not match her age. Her soft voice revealed an uncontrollable naughtiness: "Teacher, do you want to touch here too?"
Yu Zhongxiao's eyes darkened and he stared at her intently. His right hand slowly moved down, stroking back and forth slightly.
A tingling sensation came from the end of his spine. Ye Hehuan shuddered and subconsciously clenched his wrist, but could not stop the movement of his hand.
The index finger and the middle finger stirred, and the thick, calloused fingertips teased her private parts, causing her slender body to tremble and her breathing to become more rapid.
"Ah..." His heart seemed to jump out of his throat in the next second.
There is a kind of nervousness like playing with fire.
The broad palm moved up, and the oil traveled on her groin, passing through the hairy area.
Ye Hehuan frowned slightly and bit her lip. She couldn't stand such a strange and exciting feeling. She clearly felt the moisture somewhere in her body. Yu Zhongxiao's voice sounded in her ears, like the stern tone of an elder lecturing a disobedient child.
He asked her if she could paint again?
Ye Hehuan answered him with practical actions.
She turned around, threw the bra hanging on her arm to the side, stood on tiptoes, hooked up her hands, and kissed Yu Zhongxiao firmly.
Yu Zhongxiao responded to her quickly.
They kissed each other passionately, but they never felt like it was enough.
Yu Zhongxiao lowered his head and kissed her earlobes and neck. Not to be outdone, Ye Hehuan imitated him and kissed his ears, from his cheek to his chin and then to his Adam's apple, sticking out the tip of his tongue and swirling it gently, making a wet sound and gasping.
They merged together, and the big hands holding her waist forcefully pulled her towards his solid body.
The two hot bodies were pressed tightly together, and the big calloused hands were wandering between her waist, and her panties were pulled down, revealing her buttocks.
After a fierce kiss, Ye Hehuan pressed forward step by step. Yu Zhongxiao accidentally fell on her chest.
The shirt was pulled out of the belt by frivolous little hands, and the wet and hot touch touched the particles on his chest. Yu Zhongxiao held his hands behind his chest and tried to get up, but Ye Hehuan had already sat on him.
When she licked his body, Yu Zhongxiao gasped, the muscles all over his body tensed instantly, and the veins in his neck protruded more obviously.
Turning over, Ye Hehuan found that he was pressed against his chest.
Yu Zhongxiao was afraid of crushing her, so he put his hands on both sides of her. His breathing was suppressed and his eyes were terrifyingly deep: "No more painting?"
Even if he didn't press her down, Ye Hehuan could still feel Yu Zhongxiao's lean and strong chest through her shirt, and noticed the changes in his body on her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and said anxiously: "I
It’s a bit uncomfortable, so let’s do it first, and painting after it will be the same.”
Before Yu Zhongxiao could make any reaction, Ye Hehuan's hands were already pulling on his belt, and he couldn't undo the hidden buckle for a long time.
He simply let go of his hand and raised his head to look at him.
It seemed that if he didn't take the initiative to untie it, she would cry out the next second.
Yu Zhongxiao looked down at her red cheeks, and was suddenly amused by her appearance. There was no trace of a woman's reserve before sex in her, even if it was just a pretense, but she was running rampant like a horny little bull.
Seeing that he had stopped moving, Ye Hehuan urged him repeatedly, but heard his hoarse and rough voice: "You don't look like a girl at all."
"Then I'll pretend to be a man -" After saying that, he tried to suppress him again.
Yu Zhongxiao pressed her arrow firmly: "Don't move."
Ye Hehuan's body didn't move any more, but her hand reached down dishonestly and grasped something hard in Yu Zhongxiao's crotch through his pants. It was familiar the first time, twice, and the third time she had already found some clues. She had just found some clues.
After rubbing it for a few times, the little hand was already held and raised above the head.
"Is my period really gone?" Yu Zhongxiao's hot breath blew on her forehead.
Ye Hehuan nodded.
Yu Zhongxiao no longer had any scruples. He held her wrist to prevent her from moving, and slowly took off her panties with his other hand.
Ye Hehuan only felt that it was cool down there, as if there was a gust of wind passing through.
Yu Zhongxiao suddenly lowered his head and kissed her plump and white breasts. His left hand returned to her breasts, holding the soft breasts on one side and rubbing them. Ye Hehuan arched his body unbearably and begged for mercy with a cry in his mouth: "Okay.
"Where did that energy go?" Yu Zhongxiao said hoarsely.
Ye Hehuan fell silent for a moment, but soon accused: "You bullied me."
Yu Zhongxiao looked at her with his deep black eyes, a certain kind of heat burning in his eyes, and his breathing became heavier: "Don't you just like this?"
With that said, he unbuckled his belt with one hand, took it out and threw it aside, pulled down the zipper of his trousers, took off his trousers, and covered her body again. He felt the trembling of the young and soft body, and the swelling and pain in his lower body became more and more severe.
, the veins between his neck and forehead were prominent, he bent his head and kissed Ye Hehuan's eyes.
The slightly trembling eyelashes swept across his chin, like two small brushes across his heart.
Yu Zhongxiao pulled the quilt next to him and covered the two of them. When he lowered his head, his throat moved and he whispered softly: "Just tell me if it hurts."
That was the first time in his life that he spoke in such a gentle and caring tone.
Because of his explanation, Ye Hehuan felt nervous, and immediately wrapped his free hands around his body.
Yu Zhongxiao stretched out his hand to take off his shorts, supported his breasts with one arm, and spread her legs with the other hand, placing himself between her legs.
Her legs were pressed, and she felt the provocative stick brushing against her legs from time to time. Ye Hehuan couldn't help trembling, and instinctively wanted to get up, but was pushed back. Yu Zhongxiao leaned down and kissed her red and swollen lips, lips and teeth.
During the entanglement, Ye Hehuan gradually relaxed and slowly took the initiative to kiss him back.
Yu Zhongxiao was not in a hurry to go in. He did some foreplay, and the person under him made intermittent and vague moans. The water below had already filled the golden mountain.
When he felt it was almost done, Yu Zhongxiao reached his hand into the quilt, held his own and slowly pushed it in.
The moment he came in, Ye Hehuan had only one thought - so hot, so hard.
When the pain hit her, she dug her nails into his shoulder blades and screamed: "Ah!"
