Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Why does he feel like he's being whored?

Feng Ying, who was burned by the bath fire, didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that he didn't move, he was in a hurry, his head was raised, and his black hair fell like a waterfall.

She put her arms around ChiYan's neck and unbuttoned his shirt with her lips.

When she saw the delicate and beautiful clavicle, her blurred eyes lit up and chewed it without hesitation, leaving an ambiguous tooth mark.

Then, all the way down.

"Since you can't, I'll come."

Then she wanted to turn away from the guest.

The man's dignity in this respect was not provocative. Chi Yan's eyes were dark, raised her chin and kissed heavily.

His kiss was a little rough, with a little ferocity. The smell of male hormones made Feng Ying sing uncontrollably.

Like a traveler who has walked in the desert for many days, he finally meets a thirst quenching spring and begins to respond warmly.

For a time, the house was full of thunder and fire.

The beauty spreads rapidly. From time to time, clothes fall disorderly from the bed, accompanied by women's delicate breathing.

Vivid and fragrant.

Until the most critical moment comes.

"Ah --"

Tearing pain swept through the body, Feng Ying's small face turned white, and his eyebrows almost twisted into a knot.

"It hurts..."

Feeling that thin layer of obstruction, the pool banquet's face full of thin sweat was stained with a trace of consternation.

Is it her first time?

She has been with Han Shaoqing for so long that she hasn't handed herself over, but now she gives it to him?

"Chi Yan, you go out!"

The cold sweat of Feng Ying's pain came down, and his body trembled slightly.

She raised her hand and beat the shoulder of the pool banquet. Her voice was crying. It was tender and provocative.

Chi Yan endured the idea of charging and kissed her lips like a pacifier.

Because of forbearance, a drop of glittering sweat slid down his forehead, which had a kind of soul stirring sexy magic.

"Good, it'll be ready soon."

For the first time, his low voice was mild.

"Well..."

Feng Ying still wanted to scream, but he was blocked by the lips of Chi Yan.

Feel his slow and burning action, and the feeling of pain is becoming more and more profound, which makes her want to faint!

Fortunately, with the passage of time, this pain was gradually replaced by a strange pleasure.

The waves washed the beach, leaving waves and finally white foam.

The sea was calm for a while, and soon, the rolling waves were set off again.

Immersed in the whirlpool of bath hope, Feng Ying's uncontrollable decline.

It was a long night.

Both were honest for the first time.

Feng Ying is a physical waste. He is very tired after holding on to the first round. However, his body clamors for rest, but he can't help longing for more because of the existence of the medicine effect.

The pool banquet, the first time a 25-year-old young man opened a meat dish, was like a flood that opened the gate.

He really did what Feng Ying wanted.

You're absolutely welcome.

Finally, Feng Ying fainted alive, which was the end of all the pain and happiness.

……

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning spilled into the bedroom through the half open window, Feng Ying opened his eyes and saw the ukiyo painting carved on the top of the hotel wall.

She rolled her eyes blankly.

"Wake up?"

The lazy man's voice exploded like thunder.

Feng Ying was surprised and his subconscious side head.

I saw the pool banquet sitting by the bed with her back to her, with a white bath towel on her waist and abdomen. The muscles on her back are smooth and beautiful, which is dazzling.