Kiss You, Sweetheart

He crudely into her lips, no rules of siege plunder the city.

In his amber eyes, burning hot and confused light, he was like a beast eager to vent, and his whole body exuded the male stiff and cold desire to conquer.

Bo en's thinking is chaotic, rigid with his intimacy. Until bochayan's hand, hot in her body

Although he always provokes Bo Jiayan, when this moment really comes, Bo enen is still a little nervous and afraid, especially when Bo Jiayan is so unconscious.

She couldn't see herself in his eyes.

She tried to push his heavy body, but it couldn't move at all.

"Little uncle..." She could not help murmuring.

"Shut up Bocayan's kiss, lingering along her neck.

He didn't want to hear those three words!

Bo en en's body is soft, in front of his powerful, she does not have a trace of resistance.

"Little uncle, you are drunk."

"I told you to shut up." Bo Jiayan held Bo en'en's hand violently and looked at her slightly panting with red eyes, "don't you want to lift it? Are you afraid now? "

Bo en en

She didn't do it. Of course she was afraid.

"I'm just what you want?" Bo Jiayan gasped low, "you want to escape when you are depressed?"

"I didn't..." Bo en felt a little aggrieved.

She didn't!

She dragged him to hell, but said to him, she didn't!

Bo Jiayan was so angry by the answer that he took a bite on Bo en's shoulder. Bo en cried with pain.

Push him, push him, twist his body under him, but I don't know that it will stimulate men's desire to conquer.

Bo en'en huddled pitifully under Bo Jiayan's body and whispered, "little uncle, you hurt me."

He was too tall and strong, and she was completely overwhelmed by him.

"Does it hurt?" Bo Jiayan sneered, his face was distorted by desire and hope, his reason was drowned by the complex emotions in his heart, and his final resistance disappeared.

"I'll take the pain, too!"

His tone, with a trace of evil, made Bo en feel afraid.

"I don't want it!" She struggled hard, but bocayan could control her with one hand, so there was no room for her resistance.

His big hand clamped her wrist, like an iron ring, and Bo en's tears almost fell down. His voice begged: "little uncle, I don't want it. Don't do it now. I'm afraid you'll regret it... "

She didn't want to give herself to him, but she didn't want to be abused by him in his unconsciousness.

That kind of thing, shouldn't it be pleasant, beautiful and harmonious? What's the point of his forcing her like this?

What's more, he is still not sober. She doesn't want him to regret what he did after he was sober. She knew that they were not related by blood and had no mental disorder. But Bo Jiayan did not know it and was bound by the moral bottom line. What if he wakes up and regrets?

But at this time, there is only one idea full of body and mind, that is, to get her, let her belong to him completely, and can't listen to what Bo en en said.

"I never regret anything." The tone became rough.

Bo en en

Her body was controlled to death by bochayan, who was reaching out to untie his belt.