Chapter 672: Don't You Like Me Anymore
What should I do if I play big? It's 'quite' to wait online!
Mu Jingchen just turned sideways slightly, his left hand passed through the side of her neck domineeringly, a typical wall-banging posture, his right hand clasped her little head strongly, and the fiery 'kiss' was overwhelming. , 。
The knuckles of the fingers, through the hair, the 'lips' and tongue are hotly entangled, and from the beginning it is a deep 'kiss', leaving no room for anything.
The touch of biting on the 'lip' flap is real and wild, crisp-crisp-numb-numb, the flexible tip of the tongue is almost roughly entangled, the jin liquid is 'exchanged', as if it is about to be devoured, and the overflowing emotions are surging from the 'chest' and gathering the whole body.
At this time, Xia Yimo knew that in the past, Mu Jingchen took care of her rhythm when he 'kissed', but this time
Domineering and wild, unable to be restrained.
His joke really touched Mu Jingchen's bottom line.
The magnified handsome face, the handsome 360 degrees without dead ends, the faint 'yin' shadow under the slender eyelash 'hair' brush, and the impeccable face, no matter when you look at it, you can't take your eyes off.
As if knowing that she was inattentive, the wild 'kiss' tossed on the 'lips', and soon, Xia Yimo no longer had the strength to be distracted, and her two little hands wrapped around Mu Jingchen's waist, indulging in the intense bone-eating pleasure.
Feeling that the clothes around his waist were tightly gripped, he was obviously young and shy, and even a little scared, but his 'girl' child still took the initiative to cater to him, Mu Jingchen's closed eyes opened suddenly, and the bottom of his eyes, which had always been calm, gathered monstrous feelings-'desire', and the 'exposed' was uncontrollable.
The fingertips roamed on the slender back of the 'girl', and the blood in the whole body was boiling, and it seemed that two words were whistling -
To her.
To her.
To her.
Something is about to break down.
The two 'kissed' inextricably, and soon, Xia Yimo struggled impatiently and shook her head, her 'chest' rose and fell violently, as if she had been robbed of all her oxygen, and she couldn't breathe, Mu Jingchen let go of her slightly.
I saw Xia Yimo's cheeks dyed with a beautiful crimson 'color', her face was like a peach 'flower', her 'lips' were red and watery, her breath was slightly open, her beautiful big eyes were wet, like an innocent 'confused' deer.
- I want people to be pressed under me.
The blood in his whole body was flowing and boiling, Mu Jingchen leaned over and pecked the 'kiss' on Xia Yimo's red 'lip' petal, and a few words floated out between the 'lips' and teeth: "Xia Yimo, I can't wait." ”
The big hand caressed her cheek and met the clean eyes, giving her time to stop.
Even if he wanted her 'desire', it was already faintly painful, but as long as Xia Yimo shook his head
But in the next second, those wet eyes blinked, as if they had made a decision, two small hands tugged at the placket of his clothes, and then squeezed his shoulders, wrapped around his neck, and slowly tightened.
'Surrender' myself to him.
Only one action instantly defeated Mu Jingchen's last sanity.
The eyes dyed with strong affection - 'desire', the pupils contracted suddenly, the strong possessive 'desire' was domineering without concealment, and the hot and humid 'kiss' fell on Xia Yimo's white neck, holding the cute little earlobe, and grinding the teeth finely.
One hand nimbly probed into the hem of the placket, and the fingertips roamed freely, igniting the emotion on the smooth skin, and everywhere he went, the 'girl' child under him couldn't help but tremble, and the other hand gradually went downward
The hot and humid 'kiss' from the snow-white side of the neck, to the snow-white shoulders, to the 'fine' collarbone, and then to the softness in front of the 'girl', 'sucking'-sucking-biting-devouring, just want to give her the strongest pleasure.
In the luxurious and beautiful bedroom, the bright chandelier scatters dazzling light, and on the sofa, the boys and girls with delicate faces are hotly entangled and lingering.