Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

If it used to be, those women with ulterior motives could not escape his eyes.

But now, he has become much slower in this regard, and may not necessarily have this consciousness.

After thinking for a while, she decided to call Sun Ye tomorrow.

Ji Shiting came out after taking a shower and found that a woman in pajamas was standing in front of the washstand, brushing her teeth.

His black eyes sank down, walked over to hold her in his arms, and a scorching big palm protruded from her skirt, rubbing it wantonly.

Ye Shengge's body stiffened, struggling with "Woo", staring at him with wide eyes.

Ji Shiting hugged her more tightly, and rubbed her soft neck and face with her slightly stubble chin. Her voice was dumb: "Disgust me, eh?"

She must have brushed her teeth long before in the evening, and now she brushes for the second time.

Ye Shengge's mouth was full of bubbles, and it was inconvenient to speak. She nodded provocatively.

Just betrayed, what!

If she wasn't too lazy to blow her hair again, she wanted to take another shower.

Ji Shiting snorted and opened her mouth to take a bite on her shoulder, while her hand never stopped.

Ye Shengge was soft, and his mouth begged for "forgiveness," but Ji Shiting was deaf.

Feeling that the skirt was curled up by the man, she quickly picked up the mouthwash cup, quickly rinsed her mouth and wiped off the foam, and finally got out her hands, but it was too late.

The man came in heavily.

She took a cold breath and had to hold the sink with both hands.

"Ji Shi Ting..." She wanted to scold him, but her voice was helpless.

"Ok."

The man responded hoarsely and casually. At this point all his attention was focused on another place, his throat was constantly rolling, and after she had adjusted slightly, he held her waist slightly and lifted it...

Ye Shengge overflowed from her throat with a broken and dumb groan. She couldn't help but looked up, and she took a slight gasp. She also looked up in the mirror. The lines on her shoulders and necks were tight and amazingly charming. She frowned slightly, her face red, her expression both impatient and eager.

Ji Shiting looked at her in the mirror, her eyes dark, breathing heavily, and a scorching breath breathing thinly across her neck, watching the piece of white and tender become red, and the man became more difficult to hold on.

Ye Shengge bit his lip tightly and restrained his voice. Occasionally, the moan or two of the overflow made the man's movements a little heavy.

This posture is particularly tired, she can only touch the ground with her toes, this feeling of no focus is particularly stimulating.

After the end, Ye Shengge shuddered, his soft body almost stood unsteady, Ji Ting panted quickly, hugged her tighter, her hot body close to her, and felt the woman in her arms Still trembling thinly, he smiled hoarsely, reaching for her sweaty body.

"So sweet."

Hearing his assessment, Ye Shengge blushed, almost angrily uttering: "You got it inside again!"

A few times ago, she forgot to emphasize this issue with him, but how could this man be unconscious at all?

Ji Shiting paused, still hugging her tightly: "Don't you want it?"

"Don't." Ye Shengge was not angry, "I promised that God will not be pregnant anymore."

If she had a baby, she would have to retreat again.

Ji Shi Ting pursed his lips and said nothing for a while.

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