Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like frightened wings, and she finally made up her mind...
She took a sharp breath, closed her eyes tightly, then put her arms around his neck, and her nervous lips touched his...
jaw.
"Yes, I'm sorry," Fu Youzhi still didn't dare to open her eyes, but she pressed her fingers carefully on his face, and her slender fingertips traced his straight nose and slightly cool thin lips.
After touching the thin lips, he pursed his lips instinctively.
The thin tender flesh on the fingertips was pinched gently by him, and it was like a small and long numbing electric current, which was transmitted along the capillaries of the fingertips to the entire body.
how?
How could even such a small touch make my heart flutter?
She was completely confused and didn't know what to do.
"Kissing Zhizhi's fingertips, will Zhizhi be afraid?"
Fu Youzhi shook his head.
His kiss fell on her ring finger again,
"It is said that there is a thin blood vessel in the ring finger, which is directly connected to the heart. Will you feel scared if you kiss here?"
The heart is beating wildly, not because of fear, but because...
very excited……
Fu Youzhi didn't dare to reply or move. The next second...
His cool breath fell on the crook of her neck.
This location...
Fu Youzhi almost didn't dare to breathe...
His breath intertwined through the thin, white skin, itching and scratchy. His breath circled the hollow of her neck, and his two lips gently traced the perfect curve of her neck.
With a "Woo~" sound, Fu Youzhi's waist instantly softened into a puddle of mud and rolled into his vagina.
His lips were cold and not soft.
The gradually panicked breathing circled her slender and tight neck. Fu Youzhi's swan neck was slightly tilted back. All the places he liked were displayed in front of him without any defense.
You don’t need to be taught, it’s really,
Be good...
Fu Youzhi's whole body seemed to be brittle, her body was itching, she couldn't say a word, she was so exhausted that she forgot to breathe, and she was forced to shed two more tears.
His cold hands were around her back, so thin and small, and his big hands almost hugged her entire back. His hands were wrapped around the front, and his fingers were stroking her chest through the thin clothes.
cinnabar nevus,
"Zhizhi's heart is beating so wildly, are you scared again?"
With such a serious and concerned tone, if you only listen to the voice, you still don't know what kind of gentleman he is, but you don't know what two lips and one hand are doing evil!
"Wow~" She was speechless.
"If you're scared, we can pause for a while," he said seriously, his lips playing with her crystal earlobes. The wet earlobes were like cherries.
"Even if it is desensitization treatment, it must be carried out step by step and not too much, Zhizhi said, right?"
"Woo~(?′°︿°?)"
Fu Youzhi really cried. He was obviously a god respected by thousands of people, but he seemed to be the one in his palm.
In no mood……
Don’t want to pause…
"Brother," Fu Youzhi's cute voice was shy and crying,
"Brother Yanchen, please save Zhizhi~"
"Let's go back to the house..." He held her in his arms and walked quickly.
Fu Youzhi twisted her body impatiently, her long legs dangling constantly, her hands hooked around his neck, her slightly narrowed eyes full of psychedelic and wet mist.
"Little boy~" He patted her little buttocks that was twisting gently and gently, his eyes were extremely dark, he bit his back teeth, his low-pitched voice was bewitching,
"The opera robe is still there, Zhizhi, do you want to tear | shred that ghost costume?"
"嘤——"
"So good..."
*
Fu Youzhi was carried back to the room in his arms. He kicked the door open, turned around, and pressed her against the ajar door.
The waist is not big enough to hold in one hand, it is soft and soft, the skin is fine and smooth, and it feels great in the hand.
She clung to his neck and tried her best to respond to his domineering and possessive deep kiss. Her light brown eyes were slightly narrowed in a psychedelic manner, and her already full and soft lips were almost full of blood.
To the red|tomb.
Her whole body hung on him, and although she really couldn't breathe, she rarely acted coquettishly, cried out in pain, and shouted to stop.
If it is a lingering whirlpool in the night, then how can those who have fallen to the bottom feel any pain?
His hands have distinct joints, long and thin.
She can paint, sculpt, and play the piano, and such perfect hands roam around her body.
Sometimes light, sometimes heavy, it was an almost crushing blow to her tender and delicate nerves.
From time to time, a few "squeaks" came from the ajar door, and the rest were only the sounds of extremely chaotic breathing and a little bit of ambiguous kisses when they were passionate.
"A Yan..." She gasped in a low voice, her voice hoarse, and it fell between their lips and teeth, and was chewed repeatedly.
There was a crisp sound of "tearing", and someone's clothes were roughly torn open. Fu Youzhi felt lightly and was thrown into the big bed full of rose petals.
He pulled at his shirt, and the black shirt was torn into two pieces and dropped to the ground.
The breeze blew away the dark clouds in the low air mass, and a few beams of bright moonlight shone into the window. The white moonlight fell on his waist and abdomen, which were as delicate as marble sculptures.
Very rough breathing.
The gardenia flowers on the cold white snow skin seemed to be gently blown by the breeze, smart and holy.
Fu Youzhi's eyes were filled with this dazzling and perfect work of art, and her fingertips couldn't help but touch her favorite little flowers.
"Do you like it?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
She knelt in front of him, carefully admiring this ingenious work of art, and forgot to answer.
He stood in front of the bed, pinched her delicate chin, and his cold voice was full of desire, especially sexy and low,
"Like flowers, or -" Like me...
He didn't say the last three words. Fu Youzhi had already used her limp body to throw him down on the bed, and her red lips wandered between his waist and abdomen...
Each petal is dyed with a darker or lighter pink.
Fu Youzhi's little artistic accomplishment was also cultivated by her casual glances at the previous generation of gods when they were painting.
It is true that it cannot be called a masterpiece, but it has the same spirit as his brushwork.
Slightly filled with love|ambiguous pink, the gardenia is indeed more delicate and beautiful, "I like flowers..."
She couldn't help but admire this exquisite painting.
"Oh," he lifted her up with one hand, held her cheek, and said viciously,
"Then I won't show you."
[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa charge from being a fan of mine is finally going to doi in front of me!!!!
【do not!】
【Don’t show it to her, show it to us!】
[Those gasps just now almost killed me!!!]
[Boss, can you please turn on the light... It would be too uncomfortable to listen to it but not to see it!]
[Damn, Zhizhi, we are all your family, don’t be so stingy!]
【Have a baby, have a baby!!!】
[Fortunately, Director Pei did not announce the game rules for the night this time. I think NPCs have begun to haunt the house in Fangtang. Don’t come over! 】
...moment.
【Who stepped on the horse's crow's beak!!!】
...
Yes, he was late but he arrived. The butler knocked politely on their door...