time-limited addiction

Zhou Lv leaned lazily, picked up her hand and pressed it to her heartbeat, without responding to her at all, "Touch it yourself."

In the vacuum bathrobe, she just scratched the man's collar, and her naked chest warmly captured her eyes.

Inch by inch, it swells hard.

Made of iron, with a hard heart.

she thinks.

Zhou Lv pressed her face tightly against the bare skin lying on her chest, with too much force.

The moment Shen Jing fell, her heart beat violently and hard, and the faint and pleasant fragrance on his body seemed to be all around her.

His temperament is so domineering.

He asked her to do it herself, and she really touched it shamelessly, making circles with her fingers from time to time, the pads of her fingers were warm and soft, staying on the contours of the chest muscles to press, it was so itchy.

Zhou Lushen followed her to make trouble, his hands crossed her sides, and his fingertips tapped on the keyboard gently and slowly.

He didn't care, Shen Jing became bolder, kissed his protruding Adam's apple from his collarbone, and even bit it lightly.

Caught by Zhou Lushen, she hid her face in his chest, smiling very slyly.

Zhou Lu lowered his eyes, "Like it?"

"I like it." The more Shen Jing touches his chest with her finger, the more addicted she becomes, the male muscles are hard and feel, "You taught me to break."

Zhou Lu pinched the tip of her buttocks heavily, and gave a heavy 'slap' with his palm.

"Lust."

She was trembling uncontrollably, her smile was still bright, and she still had a good tongue, "In terms of lust, how far is there between us."

Shen Jing couldn't learn anything else, but she adapted quickly to what Zhou Lu played with Shen, she was driven by him and bullied by him, and she could catch fire at a single touch.

Zhou Lvchen hugged her to change her position. He didn't have time to fight with her and continued to work.

The night was silent.

He is busy with work.

Shen Jing yawned, and glanced at the computer in front of the desk with bewildered eyes. After a while, she lay on Zhou Luchen's chest in disgust, "I'm sleepy."

He is gone.

Hugging firmly, there are only him and her in the huge room, breathing entangled with each other, listening to his strong heartbeat feels very comfortable to the ears, Shen Jing's eyelids are getting more and more disappointing.

I had a dream, but still had Zhou Lu's heavy face, turning the appearance of all living beings upside down, as if I heard him whispering softly in my ear.

"Shen Jing?"

Her name is magnetic and sexy after being grinded by a man's throat.

She responded vaguely, "Uh...I dreamed about you."

Zhou Lvchen closed the computer, carried her to the bedroom and put her on the bed.

The style of the balcony on the highest floor is cool.

The man's bathrobe was loose, his sexy chest was half open, and he leaned against the fence smoking a cigarette. During the silence, the scarlet flames at his fingertips were bright and dark.

He understands that she stands on purpose for an hour waiting for him tonight.

A clear-eyed scheming.

In fact, he didn't understand the flicks of Su language, and he didn't understand a single sentence. In his spare time, he accompanied the old lady in the Grand Theater for a few days. The slender figure of the cheongsam writhed in front of him every day. When he saw him, he always smiled affectionately. The color seemed to be revealed, and she easily caught her way.

vixen.

Specializes in men's essence and blood.

Zhou Lv held the cigarette between two fingers, casually put it to his lips to hold it, and as a wisp of smoke slowly came out, he removed the cigarette with his slender fingers, opened his lips, and cursed in a low voice, "Grass."

The beauty on the bed woke up somehow, muttering that the temperature was too cold.

Zhou Lu raised his eyes, and his eyes were scattered.

She got up staggeringly, walked to the control panel, stretched out her hand to press it randomly, rubbed her eyes, and walked towards him only when she realized Zhou Luchen's existence.

"Zhou Lv Shen."

"Ok?"

Shen Jing got her hands into the man's bathrobe, and wrapped her arms around his waist, "It's so cold, I want to hug."

Zhou Lushen pressed the cigarette into the ashtray fiercely, and easily carried the man on his shoulders into the room, "Hold him casually for a while."