Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning learned Leng Youchen's "oil" mouth and "slippery" tongue, and the whole person was completely in a state of lack of oxygen. She lay on his shoulder and breathed in the fresh air. His kissing skills became more and more excellent, sucking the tip of her tongue.

She was very emotional, her heart pounded wildly, close to her chest like a stove, as if she would melt in the next second.

Leng Youchen kissed her sideburns. Her taste was very sweet. Every kiss was like not enough. He just wanted to eat her into his stomach. He rubbed the tender meat on her waist and gasped in her ear, "madam, when will you give it to me?"

Wei Anning shuddered uncontrollably all over. The man's voice was mixed with undisguised desire. The big hand making trouble on her waist crept into the bottom of her clothes and walked upstream of her smooth back.

It goes without saying that his whole body is tight and hot.

She grabbed his disorderly hand in panic and pulled it out of her clothes. She blushed, lowered her eyes, hugged and kissed. It was already her limit. If she wanted to take a step closer, she was afraid.

"I, I'm not ready."

She is telling the truth and is not ready to have a relationship with him, because she has too many scruples in her heart. The biggest scruples are that she is not innocent. How disappointed would he be with her if he knew?

Leng Youchen stretched out his hand to pick up her chin. Her eyelashes trembled, and her star eyes were moist, with a delicate state of wanting to refuse and shame. He couldn't help whispering that if his wife seduced him again, he would lose control of himself.

He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked her red, swollen and shiny lips. "Is it enough for you to prepare in a month?"

Wei Anning didn't expect him to be so tight. She liked him, not unwilling to give it to him, but... "My injury hasn't recovered yet. One month is not enough."

Cold Youchen's thin lips were slightly hooked, and there was an evil smile in her deep Phoenix eyes. "My wife is really unrestrained. Do you like women and men?"

Wei Anning blushed and was about to drop blood. She stared at him, but saw him smiling at her. She was not ashamed of her explicit words. She hung her eyes in panic, "I don't like women and men."

"Oh, what posture does that wife like? Why don't we study it now? I'll try my best to satisfy her curiosity." Leng Youchen deliberately distorted the meaning of her words. Finally, he winked at her ruffian. How immoral it must be, how immoral it must be.

Wei Anning was so ashamed that he covered his mouth, "don't talk."

Leng Youchen's mouth was covered by her and she couldn't say. She blinked. The heat in the bottom of her eyes seemed to turn into a flame and burn her up. Wei Anning stared at him and stretched out his hand to cover his eyes. "Don't look either."

Leng Youchen was amused by her little temper. He was not allowed to see or talk. What could he do? Could he touch it?

Wei Anning felt that his hand was put into her clothes again. She quickly let him go and caught his troublemaker's hand. She didn't touch it for fear of being touched by him. Then she would lose face.

"Leng Youchen, I'm angry if you mess around again." She has a small face and is very angry.

Leng Youchen was in a good mood. He was afraid that he would really annoy his little guy and ignored him. He was unwilling to take his hand out of her clothes. "Madam, I'm looking forward to our wedding night. You should get well soon."

Wei Anning: "