Warm tongue, entangled her, he did not have any skills, like a dog like licking her oral wall. However, it is such a simple and crude kiss that makes Huarong have goose bumps all over her body.

She's too sensitive.

The lips were gently held and licked. The man's tongue swept every part of her lips inch by inch. The smell and taste of Fengjin gradually infected her, as if the whole person was covered by his smell. Her body gradually softened, and she was held by the man around her waist and crushed on the bed.

Both of them were out of control.

When the man's hot palms slide down her waist to her buttocks and knead her buttocks, Huarong wakes up. She bit his chin and grinded her teeth and threatened him: "if you want your right hand, take your fingers off my butt."

Feng Jin was panting, and a few traces of rational struggle flashed in his black eyes covered by desire. He buried his face in the neck of Huarong and took a hard breath, so that the impulse of swallowing the people under him was suppressed.

For Fengjin, he has only tasted the beauty of x love in recent months. He used to go to bed with Huarong, and every time he was fighting, he felt more angry than happy.

Only now, after he took the initiative to crush her, he became more and more aware of the pith and couldn't stop.

Huarong's body has just finished the operation, and a fierce situation Shi may make her hurt again.

In the body emotion surging, knows clearly should get up to let her go, but lies on her body actually how also does not want to get up.

He pecked at her open collar neck with his head down. He felt that his love was almost overflowing. He wanted to eat the whole person in front of him.

He had never felt this kind of feeling. He thought that liking was the desire to protect Liu Sisi, but until now, he really felt the feeling of the beginning of love.

Huarong was kissing him so sticky, she disliked the flesh and numbness, patted his face, "get up for me."

But the tone is not conscious of the soft down, not the usual one tenth severe.

Phoenix brocade does not give up.

"Your thing is against me. I'll fold it if you don't move it."

"Then do it."

Huarong was so angry that she bit him and looked at him as if he were not afraid of boiling water

Huarong's whole body was lovingly kissed by him. The red date porridge that she had just drunk made her intestines and stomach warm. It was like a famous cat with a bad temper that the owner felt comfortable along with the fur. Finally, she got well with her.

She leaned against the bed and looked at the man on top of him. She raised her finger and touched his chest. Then she rowed slowly down to his breathing tight abdomen. With a dangerous smile, she untied the iron buckle of his leather belt.

"Rong Rong..." Fengjin's voice was dull. She felt her cool little hand open his zipper and was drilling into it. Huarong casually raised her slender eyebrows and squinted at him, "why, didn't you ask me to do it? Do you think I dare not do it? "

Feng Jin wronged face buried in her arms, stuffy voice way: "that you light point."

The voice just falls, Feng brocade low low stuffy hum a.

Huarong's body temperature is already low now. When he holds it up, the temperature difference is great. He has goose bumps all over his body, and his muscles are bulging and tight.

The flower looks evil interest's hook up the lip Cape, "we chat?"