Mr.Fu's White Moonlight

Her struggle seems to let Fu Shimo out of control, with wine hot kiss, like a storm toward the beginning of Ji Nanchu pressure, pressure of her almost breathless.

"No..." the breath between his nose and breath seemed to be sucked away, which made Ji Nanchu feel powerless and suffocated. The man seemed to be aggressive and wanted to capture all her fortresses.

Thick wine, hot breath, as if to melt the beginning of Ji Nan, let her body gradually soften, consciousness gradually blurred.

She even felt that like she had drunk a lot of wine herself, she was already drifting.

Only a stir in the stomach reminds Ji Nanchu of the truth of all this and reminds her to keep calm.

Unable to push Fu Shimo, Ji Nanchu had no choice but to give up fighting with a big man. She leaned against the wall, motionless, and let the man plunder her wantonly. She just endured the nausea and sour in her stomach.

I realize that the woman under me is like a group of lifeless puppets, but it's not interesting.

Fu Shimo seems to be a little sober gradually, and the hand that falls on Ji Nanchu's thigh also stops, clasps her hand, and gradually loosens.

At this time, Ji Nanchu seemed to be unbearable. His hand that got the gap, like a sudden force, pushed Fu Shimo away. Fu Shimo, who was a little drunk and fuzzy, didn't expect Ji Nanchu's sudden action. He staggered back and banged his head against the wall.

Fu Shimo hissed. His face was full of anger. Ji Nanchu was surprised to see that he forgot to endure the acid reflux in his stomach. When Fu Shimo was about to come back, Ji Nanchu tilted his head and threw up at the horse barrel.

"Oh As soon as Ji Nan vomited, it was like opening the door of his stomach, and constantly vomited out the things in his stomach.

Fu Shimo's body is frozen in the same place. He looks at Ji Nanchu, who is trying to vomit in front of the toilet. His face is heavy.

OK, I vomited. Do you think it's disgusting for him to touch her?

Fu Shimo holds his hands tightly and gets angry. Even if Ji Nanchu feels sick, he is her husband now, so she has to bear it.

"Mr. Fu, I'm not very well now. Would you please stop?" After spitting out the contents of his stomach, Ji Nanchu saw Fu Shimo still standing in the narrow bathroom. He endured his nausea and opened his mouth to Fu Shimo.

Now she really has no strength and spirit to deal with Fu Shimo.

"Stop it? Why should I stop because of your discomfort? You are Mrs. Fu. You can have a good time with other men. Now your husband will pretend to be sick if he touches you? " The anger in Fu Shimo's eyes leaped and turned: "I tell you, even if you feel sick, you have to endure it."

"This is what you are going to do as Mrs. Fu. You deserve it!" Fu Shimo's voice is coldly warning. Now I think he's disgusted. That's what Ji Nanchu has to endure.

Ji Nanchu took a deep breath and pressed down the discomfort in his stomach. He just looked at Fu Shimo without expression: "yes, Mr. Fu, you can do whatever you want."

Now he can do what he wants? It's what she wants, right?