Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

Next second.

Yi Qiao's jaw was pinched, and the tray in his hand was picked up by Mo Beiting and thrown out. I don't know where it was smashed, and it was smashed to the ground!

Mo Beiting clasped her waist and pushed her against the wall.

Strong hormone straight pressure down, curled in between her nose, the man grinned, fingers vaguely along her lips back and forth stroked, "I am now, only interested in you."

He lowered his head and bit it off. The breath brushed her earlobe and neck. A little bit, close, kiss!

Yi Qiao's body was tight, and her hair burst.

Such Mo Beiting let her be afraid, hand involuntarily horizontal in the chest.

This action of resistance annoyed him, it was just if there was nothing in the ear friction of the lips, with a lustful posture containing her earlobe.

I bit it.

It hurts a little!

The action that followed made her itch a little. A numbness ran from the center of her feet to the top of her head.

In his anger, his movements were light and heavy, not as rational and restrained as usual!

Yi Qiao wanted to scream in pain several times, and was softened by the numbness that followed the next second.

Her hand against Mo Beiting's chest was stronger, and she shrunk her neck to avoid his invasion: "third brother."

Elders often say that husband and wife quarrel at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed.

But Yi Qiao doesn't like this way, both sides have a knot in their hearts, and one side is angry. How can it be comfortable to do that kind of thing? It's just another way to vent.

What's the difference between this and rape!

Now, for example, it can be called the action of "to refuse to return" in ordinary times. Now it's enough to annoy him.

Mo Beiting's hand suddenly tightened around her waist.

This kind of strength, for a woman, is already an atrocity.

Yi Qiao is pressed by his hand back, body clings to him, and is taken breath by his dense kiss.

His face turned red.

It's painful and stuffy

All kinds of discomfort.

It's very different from their usual intimacy.

There is no lust to speak of, only rough brute force to conquer!

Her eyes suddenly red, almost screamed: "Mo Beiting, this is rape."

"Rape?"

Mo Beiting snorted and laughed. His pretty face was twisted. He twisted his side door and pushed Yi Qiao in.

This is a guest room.

No one sleeps, no sheets.

The air in the room was stuffy and desolate. Instead of pushing her to the bed, Mo Beiting turned her body over and pressed it on the door. Her thin lips were close to her ears. "Rape? Shen Yiqiao, you are my wife. It's rape to do it with me. Who are you willing to do it with? Passionate? "

His voice was full of malice.

Yi Joe almost cried and trembled with anger.

She sent dinner to Mo Beiting to ease their relationship.

But I didn't expect that, on the contrary, let two people completely quarrel, the relationship completely dropped to the freezing point!

"Mo Beiting, you let me go. If you don't want to eat, you don't eat. If you force your spouse to have sexual relations during marriage, that's rape. You have to go to jail."

Her lips almost bled from her bite.

Mo Beiting kisses her back neck and puts his finger into her long hair. He only feels that there is a fire hidden in his heart. No matter what Shen Yiqiao says, it can't be calmed down.

He wants her.

In this rough way, inside and outside, up and down, thoroughly possession of her!

Let her from the heart to the body, all imprinted with his brand.

Later, the most profound person in her memory was him.

Not the dead Luyan.

The dead should stay in the position of the dead, instead of relying on their own death, wantonly occupying the memory and feelings of the living!

"Then force me, and I won't sue you. "Yes?"

Yi Qiao's clothes had been taken off and piled at her feet.

The suit on the man's body is just a little messy. His desire for her is uncontrollable, but he is calm and even orderly.

Yi Qiao struggles, eyes red, "you roll."

"Get out of here."

He forced her to kiss him. "I've been thinking about it since last night. I've endured it until this morning. I'll be less angry and I won't hurt you."

His voice was soft, even the outline of his jaw was soft, but there was no place that was not violent, whether it was the strength of her confinement or the act of kissing.