CEO's Forced Love

Huo Zhongxiao walked out of the bathroom. When he saw the girl standing in the room, he couldn't help a meal.

Ye Zhiqiu has not worn nine point pants, and her sweater is being taken off by her. She only has a black inner / clothes left. She backs to the bathroom, pulls her long hair to her right chest, and extends her hands to the back to untie the button of Wen / chest, but she can't untie it. She turns her head and sees Huo Zhongxiao standing there.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and the bright cat pupils looked at him: "I can't untie it. Come and have a look for me!"

With that, ye Zhiqiu looked down at Wen / breast button again. He was in a hurry and muttered, "why can't I open it? I won't buy her house again..."

After waiting for a while, ye Zhiqiu raised her eyes again without waiting for help. What came into sight was the dark shirt close at hand.

Huo Zhongxiao just walked behind her, Yao.

The two were close together. Ye Zhiqiu's shoulder seemed to touch his shirt. Huo Zhongxiao's deep voice was beside his ear: "take off your clothes. What do you want to do?"

"Draw," she said righteously.

After a moment of silence, Huo Zhongxiao whispered, "can't open it?"

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly blushed and gave a vague hum.

A pair of slender and good-looking big hands have taken the text / chest button from her hand.

Inadvertently touching his warm fingers, ye Zhiqiu blushed, withdrew her hand and stood motionless. Her teeth bit her lower lip in her mouth. Her body sensitively felt every movement on Huo Zhongxiao's hand.

Then, as soon as the shoulder strap was loosened, Wen was no longer so obedient to her body.

Without restraint on his chest, he suddenly felt insecure. Ye Zhiqiu backhanded to take Wen / chest buckle and asked, "are you ready?"

The man behind didn't let go.

Xie Zhiqiu's heart beat faster. His hand was still on the back of his hand. She was slightly inclined to find that Huo Zhong Xiao was very close to himself. He slightly lowered her head, and her two thin lips almost touched her forehead.

Such actions are full of ambiguities of refusing and welcoming.

His throat was a little dry and his forehead was suddenly hot. Ye Zhiqiu said, "do you want to touch it?"

"Touch where?" Huo Zhongxiao's smell brushed the back of her ears, with burning heat and itching, as low as a sexy voice whispering with her.

Three words blurted out. When he reacted, he felt that this was not what he should say. He felt... Dressed like a beast.

Under normal circumstances, shouldn't she have taken her clothes to put on?

But what did he just do?

She was about to release the text / chest button, but her hand was firmly held by her and brought forward slightly. The palm was her delicate white back.

Huo Zhongxiao didn't shake off her little hand. Suddenly he didn't want to release it. She let her take herself around the front and drill in from the edge of the text / chest. The generous male big hand covered her warm and soft milk and clearly felt her pounding heartbeat.

Ye Zhiqiu pursed the corners of her lips and said, "touch it first, and you'll know the size when you draw later."

He said while exerting force on the back of his hand: "is it developing well?"

Huo Zhongxiao's throat was tight, and his low voice had been mixed with hoarseness: "is this how the teacher taught you to draw at school?"

"Don't you like it?"

Ye Zhiqiu raised his head on his side and almost wanted to touch the tip of his nose. The big cat pupil was particularly bright: "I haven't learned painting. I don't have a teacher. Do you want to teach me?"

Would you like to teach me

Huo Zhongxiao hasn't given an answer yet. Her other hand has been grabbed and slid through her flat abdomen. When her eyes are opposite, her hand has disappeared in her pants.

The blush on Ye Zhiqiu's face is more obvious, but there is a amorous feeling inconsistent with her age in her clean eyes. Her soft voice is naughty: "teacher, do you want to touch it here?"

Huo Zhongxiao's eyes darkened, stared at her, his right hand slowly down and gently rubbed back and forth.

The numbness came from the tail of the spine. Ye Zhiqiu shuddered and subconsciously clenched his wrist, but he couldn't stop the movement on his hand.

The index finger and middle finger stirred, and the thick fingers with cocoons stirred in her private place, which made her thin body tremble and her breathing became more and more rapid.

"Ah..." it seems that the heart will jump out of the throat in the next second.

There is a tension of playing with fire.

The broad palm moved up and swam in her groin, through the hairy area.

Ye Zhiqiu slightly screwed up her eyebrows and bit her lips. She couldn't stand such a strange and exciting feeling. She obviously noticed the moisture somewhere in her body. Huo Zhongxiao's voice sounded in her ear, like the stern tone of an elder's teaching a disobedient child. He asked her, do you still draw?

Ye Zhiqiu answered him with practical actions.

She turned around, threw the text / chest hanging on her arm to the side, stood on tiptoe, hooked her hands, and kissed Huo Zhongxiao firmly.

Huo Zhongxiao responded to her soon.

It's not enough to kiss each other enthusiastically.

Huo Zhongxiao bowed his head and kissed her earlobe and neck. Ye Zhiqiu was unwilling to be weak. She learned from him to peck and kiss his ears, from his cheek to his chin and then to the Adam's apple, stretched out the tip of his tongue and gently rotated. The wet and greasy voice blended with breathing, pinched her waist's big hand and hugged her to her solid body.

The two hot bodies were close together, and the big hands with thick cocoons were wasted in her room. The pants were pulled down, and there were strands / grooves.

Fierce hugging and kissing, ye Zhiqiu pressed step by step. Huo Zhongxiao was careless and was overwhelmed by her on the bed.