Chief husband, strong love!

"Well..." she seemed to think about it, looked up, found his lips and kissed him, "thank you for saving me..."

"Thank me?" Yesheng Ting's voice was thick and mellow. He opened his mouth slowly and slowly. He zipped her down. "Mrs. Yeh just thanked me so much. I'm afraid it's not enough."

Shen Enron closed his eyes, bit by bit pried open his lips and sent himself up.

Her back suddenly cooled, she trembled slightly, and her tight bra loosened in an instant.

She was at a loss for a moment.

The man pulled her clothes down with his long finger. His eyes were as dark as if they could exude ink. In a low voice, "the store wants to take off your clothes and wear less such clothes in the future, okay?"

Her voice was still a little hoarse just now. "Don't you like it?"

He slightly narrowed his deep eyes, pulled his bra to his waist, bent his head, "I like it. But I don't like others to see it."

She was still a little shy and wanted to run back with her hands against herself.

"Come here." The man commanded in a dumb voice, "or I won't let you kiss."

“……”

"If you don't thank me, someone will take you away next time." He raised his eyebrows and kissed her slowly from her clavicle.

Endured all night.

This scene has been demonstrated countless times since I went to the store to see her.

The woman made him addicted.

Night Shengting closed his eyes and kissed her hot lips more and more. He heard her wronged Bala's voice, "but you said you were shot..."

"There are a lot of bad people outside, Mrs. night. Who do you think you can count on besides your husband?"

She lowered her head, "but... But after the divorce, what should I do..."

He made a sudden effort on his lips. He was satisfied until he heard the soft humming from her voice. He took her hand to the belt and said to her ear, "it depends on your performance."

The car stopped outside the villa for a long time, and the car was still filled with an ambiguous and beautiful atmosphere.

The man was still well dressed, but his shirt was a little messy, and his trousers only unzipped.

The woman's dress on the leg was faded to the waist, and the white and greasy skin was covered with a layer of light powder. The layers of gauze under his body were roughly torn open, revealing a slender white leg ring around his waist.

Night Shengting frowned and tried to put her clothes on, but failed several times.

Even if it was put on, the lower gauze skirt couldn't cover her legs because he just tore it open.

He looked out of the window at the thick night, wrapped part of her legs with a torn skirt, and put on his suit coat.

But in the suit, Shen Enron was almost in a vacuum, and his arm hung limply on him.

"Don't move." He held her and opened the door. "Move around and I'll throw you down."

"Hmm..." she moved uncomfortable and felt that she was forced on him. "I, I came down myself."

With his dark eyes, he patted her on the waist and ordered, "don't move, move back to the car and do it again."

"Then I'll go back to the car..." she murmured discontentedly, "put me down."

Ye Shengting simply ignored her, kicked the door up, hugged her and quickly stepped into the villa and upstairs.

"What time is the night Shengting..."

"Call your husband."

"Husband, what time is it?"

"It's early, not time to go to bed."

"But I'm so sleepy..."

He carried her upstairs and listened to her yawn.

His eyes swept over her simple and satisfied little face, and Yesheng Ting's eyes flashed a touch of light hiss, thinking that this would finish him perfunctory?

The moment I pushed the door, I pressed her lips in an instant, turned and closed the door, and pressed her on the wall