"Although you haven't gotten formally married, do you think you can escape? You will be my wife sooner or later, so why don't I enjoy this right as soon as possible?"
Seeing that he was so eager, she smiled faintly, wrapped her hands around his shoulders, and her eyes were filled with affection, "Husband, I love you."
Her voice was very gentle, as soft as a flower petal falling to the ground, and like the gentle evening breeze on a summer night, blowing through everything and bringing endless beauty.
Ling Ang felt that the morning dew dripping in his heart, sweet and quiet, slowly evaporating.
He stared at her tightly, tightly...
Wang Aoshuang was originally a little shy, but when he looked at him, he felt even more embarrassed and turned around shyly.
But he suddenly grabbed her, put his lips over, covering her lips.
His wet lips slowly moved on her mouth, with a gentle force, as if he was holding a petal in his mouth, trying to get its beauty, but he was afraid that he would accidentally destroy it.
His soft tongue gently brushed across the slit of his lips, and her heart instantly felt like thousands of clear streams flowing through her, so comfortable that she felt like thousands of breezes were blowing by.
He held her slender waist with one hand and stroked her pretty face with the other, and his slender fingertips slid across her delicate skin.
The warm lips were floating finely, and the slippery spots on the tip of the tongue were like gentle tides, flowing into her heart piece by piece, turning into waves of confusion.
She felt as if she slowly, slowly sinking with his soft kiss...
The delicate friction, gentle tossing and sucking slowly and long, makes her feel dry.
She gently covered the back of his head and responded continuously with him.
Her active response stimulated his nerves, causing his breath to change from shallow to gasping, but the force on his lips was still warm and soft.
Ambiguous, lingering mist, the hazy light fell on the two of them, exuding a warm and confused warmth...
Gradually this warmth began to warm up and slowly became hot...
His breathing changed from panting to rapid, spreading like fire.
He couldn't help but gently stroke her body with his hands, slowly slid down from his smooth collarbone, extending down her spine.
Finally, his palm stayed on his slender waist, wandering around and rubbing gently... His fingertips were very smooth and soft, and the force flowing from his fingers was so moderate that it made people numb to the bones.
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"Well..." She murmured softly, rubbing his side face leaning against his ear.
The atmosphere was completely burning, violently rinsing the minds of the two.
Ling Ang's kiss became more and more passionate...
But in the end, he stopped and looked at her with uneven breathing, "I got to sleep in other rooms, or I would lose control..."
"Why are you going to sleep in other rooms?" she looked at him in confusion.
"You are pregnant, and no matter how much I long to do this to you."
She glanced at him slightly, leaned into his ear gently, and said shyly: "Actually, it's OK in 3 months."
"Really?" He squeezed his eyebrows.
"That's what the pregnancy manual says, just be gentler."
He smiled softly, "Will I be gentle enough to you?"
"You have always been gentle to me."
He smiled slightly, touched her hair in obsessively, and kissed her lips again.
The hands that were staying at her waist continued to linger gently, brushing back and forth across her waist, like a feather passing by, gently touching the sensitive nerves on her body.
His lips and tongue were easy to understand, lingering, sucking vigorously, just like his hands. In addition to her bones, she also became numb and her nerves became numb.
Her hands couldn't help but stroke his back, and under his traction, she responded gently along his smooth kiss.
The fusion of breathing, intimate contact, love becomes stronger and stronger...
The light movie is blurred, mixed with the tide and hot breath of the two, stirring up speechless confusion.
The two of them merged into one in the psychedelic lights...
The night is like smoke, the warmth is like water...
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A few days later, Jerry called from Australia, "And, something happened here."