His Private Sweetheart

Qiao Yiyi bumped into his chest. By the light, her eyes looked at the man closely. She wanted to ask for help. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "you You are long Yuchen Don't touch me, don't touch me Go away She stepped back, stepped on the hem of the skirt, and was about to fall.

The man's hand is very kind, will save her whole person back to his arms, bow, looking at the drug torture of small things, smile more and more deep.

The woman in his arms had long silky hair, and the contrast between black hair and white skin gave him a slight bump on his strong heart.

Medicine is too strong, clearly know that the man in front of him is long Yuchen, but joy unconsciously twisted, breathing is a strong male breath, and close to his chest came a powerful heartbeat, is a sound of temptation to her.

She painfully closed her eyes, and her slender hand pulled down the skirt which was originally used to wipe her breast. And her action was undoubtedly like inviting a man to love her.

In her unconsciousness, Joey began to feel uneasy on the man's strong chest, as if it could alleviate the pain in her body.

Her bloody red lips touched his white strength, and her red lips spilled a low voice, "how hot..."

Long Yuchen admires her flattery, like a sign of male charm, rolling up and down at the knot. The next second, he hooks his lips and holds the woman in his arms upstairs.

Arriving in the master bedroom, as soon as long Yuchen's hand was released, Joey was thrown onto the soft big bed. She rolled around, and her slender legs were exposed. The delicate pink colors overlapped with each other, and the unbearable fragrance was almost beyond men's control.

"Damn it." Long Yuchen was a little annoyed. After so many years of self-control, he was about to be destroyed by a woman he had just met?

He irritably untied the chest two buttons, suddenly leaned over the top of Joey, holding her small chin, "remember, you are my woman, so, I should take it for granted."

The male's breath sprays down, entices the girl on the bed out of control, instantly loses reason of Qiao Yi, regardless of the hand hugs his neck, the upper body like a snake around his waist, pink cherry red lips toward that sexy thin lips, kiss.

Her lips are fragrant and fiery, and her lips are warm and astringent. The touch of her lips makes a man's blood churn, and her cold eyes are as black as a deep pool.

Long Yuchen smiles. It seems that he will be very happy tonight.

Thin lips suddenly took the initiative to catch her pink lips, carried on the counterattack.

Tonight, in this villa, which was originally his wedding, the fire and passion are still on. Joey is like a floating wood in the sea. He uses all his strength to hold the man on him and won't let him leave for a second.

As time goes by, it's almost midnight. The bedroom is still full of spring. On the men's sweaty sexy faces, their eyes are crazy, revealing a trace of cruelty. It seems that they are willing to embed the women under them into their bodies.

The night was deep, as if it had no end.

Joy in the joy and pain, follow the rhythm of the man, was tortured to death, finally, very impolite fainted.

A night of absurdity, death lingering.

The two men and women who had no communication were entangled by the red line of fate and could not escape.