Feng Chen picked her up, walked quickly to the bed, and put her on it.

The tulle nightdress on her body was equal to not wearing it, and every place was seducing him.

"Untie the leash for me."

He looked at Song Zhiyue under him, he didn't do anything, and his breath became disordered.

Song Zhiyue did what he said and untied the belt for him.

Feng Chen kicked off his shoes, and couldn't wait to take off his clothes, leaning over to kiss her.

The passion of his kiss was like fire, like a spark lit on the grassland, and the fire burned rapidly.

He kissed all over her body, but he was not in a hurry to ask for her, and Song Zhiyue, who was tossing, twisted his restless body.

"Tell me, why are you dressed like this today?"

His hands supported Song Zhiyue's side, staring at her and asking, his voice hoarse.

Song Zhiyue twisted around, her eyes were confused and aggrieved, and it was clearly written in her eyes that she wanted.

Feng Chen's temptation bewitched her: "Is it itchy?" ”

Song Zhiyue was silent, looking at him with wet eyes, as if he had been bullied.

"Answer me." Feng Chen insisted on knocking her mouth open.

Song Zhiyue nodded with a chirp.

Sealing dust continues to make bad: "Where is the itch? ”

Song Zhiyue bit her lip, but she didn't say it.

"I'll give it to you if you say it." Sealing the dust himself is also uncomfortable to death.

"Below." Song Zhiyue's face and neck were red, and her voice was weak.

Sweat oozed from Feng Chennin's forehead: "What do you want?" ”

"You." Song Zhiyue said a word aggrievedly.

"Let's talk about it again." Feng Dust is not satisfied.

"I'm itching underneath and want you to ......"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was satisfied, and the discomfort finally dissipated, and the comfort made her relax all over, and at the same time hugged Feng Chen's waist tightly, cooperating with him.

Feng Chen found that she was not good tonight.

He told her to lie down, and she lay on her stomach, and he let her be on top, and she was on top, and he asked her to call out, and she called out.

This extreme pleasure made both of them experience unprecedented pleasure.

When the love was deep, Song Zhiyue said emotional words: "Husband, I like you very much." ”

Feng Chen gasped: "Do you like me, or do you like me to you like this?" ”

Song Zhiyue was lying on her stomach, her face buried in the pillow, the person behind her buckled her waist, and her soul seemed to be knocked into the clouds.

"I like them all." She muttered in a daze.

The action of sealing the dust is faster, and even the toes are comfortable.

At three o'clock in the morning, it all finally ended.

Neither of them took a bath, and Feng Chen hugged Song Zhiyue and fell asleep.

After not sleeping for a few hours, Song Zhiyue's alarm clock woke up.

Song Zhiyue was tired and sleepy, and after taking her mobile phone and turning off the alarm clock, she rubbed her hazy eyes and sat up.

Thinking of last night's madness, and the words that Feng Chen tempted her, she silently thought that a man who was serious would become a beast in bed.

Feng Chen also woke up and took her into his arms, his fingers around her shoulders rubbing her delicate skin.

"I'm happy with last night's surprise."

As soon as he said this, Song Zhiyue's face turned red again, and he muttered: "It seems that it is really like what the book says, men can't resist the temptation." ”

The dust is noncommittal.

Song Zhiyue looked up at him: "If it were another woman, tempting you like this, would you be as uncontrollable as last night?" ”

Feng Chen rubbed the tip of his nose against her neck: "If you give me a few more surprises like this, I shouldn't be interested in other women." ”