Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1612 You Are My Faith (24)

Like a beast, very dumb.

He screamed, his heart was hot and he panicked.

The snow-skinned, red-lipped man with loose hair met his gaze.

After waiting for a few seconds, maybe it was because the temperature in the room was a little high, or maybe it was something else, she suddenly coughed and looked away.

His cheeks were a little red, and his voice was a little weak.

"Do...what?"

He didn't speak, but slowly pressed her two arms, pressing them on both sides.

The strong and broad body completely covered her, with a strong hormonal breath.

Almost intoxicating.

The priest, who was supposed to be a gentle gentleman in the daytime, looked like a beast with red eyes.

Rough breathing, red lips.

The weight of her body was pressing down on her bit by bit, like an immovable mountain.

Extremely heavy, yet undeniable.

"..." Chesia, whose hands were fixed, still didn't understand what he meant at the moment.

The gift he was talking about, I'm afraid he was talking about himself.

Give yourself to her.

Cesia twisted her held wrist uncomfortably.

The beautiful green eyes were shining, but they didn't look at him.

Looking aside, he coughed and said, "Azazel, please don't look like this."

"When you grow up, you should know that we shouldn't be like this."

The grown-up man smiled calmly.

She wanted to break free, so he tried harder.

It was like a heavy shackle, tightly clamping her slender legs.

Bind her, chain the poor angel.

He buried his head in her neck, like a wild animal marking, and took another bite.

until the traces appear.

"Cesia, what should we do?"

He shifted his position and covered the corner of her lips.

They rubbed each other lightly, as if they were about to bite them in the next second.

Violently tore off a piece of flesh.

"You know, I love you."

He was hoarse, and his body temperature was very high.

Like a lava, it almost destroys everything it goes.

"Even God wouldn't love you like this."

"If we shouldn't be doing this, then what should we be...?"

His chest was hard, and the hot breath he exhaled was even hotter.

The beautiful and delicate Chesia shrank her fingers, and the beautiful and clear green eyeballs were scalded with water mist by him.

In a daze, the eyelashes trembled, and the cheeks were also dyed a faint crimson.

Like a weak and beautiful rose, a few petals opened tremblingly, and then shyly closed.

Too young.

She pursed her red lips, not looking at him.

His eyes fell on an unknown place in the room, and his fingertips curled up slightly.

Some silence.

So silent, I don't know what I'm thinking.

When she didn't speak, Azazel's actions became more presumptuous.

As if he was about to taste something delicious, he slowly kissed her.

It's like a continuous drizzle, so rare and gentle.

Incredibly soft.

Chesia, who was lying on the bed, trembled.

Finally, when he let go of her wrist and was about to make another move, she suddenly held him down.

Although the ears were a little red, the two beautiful green eyes were still staring at him silently.

She moved her lips, as if she wanted to confirm something again.

"You, really want to be my partner?"

Azazel, who was forbearing, his eyes were already a little red.

His eyes, which should have been clean and warm, are now bloodshot.

Scary red.

(End of this chapter)