Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen let go of her lips, took a bite on her neck, put it in her ear and threatened in a low voice, "baby, if you don't want to use your hand, then use it under you..."

The man's voice was too dumb to speak. With desire, he put the remaining four words into her ear and heart. Hearing Wei Anning's voice, he trembled both physically and mentally. He was going crazy.

He let go of her hand. Seeing that she had no action, he reached out to pick the pants of her sick clothes.

Wei Anning was so frightened that he quickly grabbed his hand and blushed and begged for mercy, "I'll help you, I'll help you, sobbing..."

The girl has a thin skin and has never done such a thing in her life. She is eager to please the man in his dark and frightening sight. The man's throat is pressed with low asthma, and the girl's technique is not skilled, which makes his scalp tight.

He held her waist with one hand and her slender wrist with the other. His blood was concentrated at a point in the lower body. His slightly narrowed Phoenix eyes glanced at the girl's pink cheeks, and the intoxicating thin red spread all the way below his neck.

He buried his head in her chest and gasped, "baby, one day, I will die in your hands."

Then he bit her across his clothes.

Wei Anning's pain was so intense that he used force on his hand. The man tightened his whole body, blocked her lips again and kissed hard.

For a long time, the rapid breathing in the ward slowed down. Leng Youchen put his head on the shoulder of the weak girl. Jun's face was thin and red, with the tide of love fading in the future.

There is a decadent smell floating in the air.

Wei Anning was so embarrassed that she wiped her little hand on the man's trousers. Her anxious action was like catching a virus. She was so embarrassed that she was almost crying.

For the first time to help a man like this, there was still the burning heat in the palm of her hand. She was so ashamed that she wanted to chop off the claw. It's over. She can't look directly at the hand for at least half a month.

Leng Youchen slowly adjusted his breathing, and the released man was full of a careless laziness. He ignored the mess on his trousers and kissed the girl's face. Finally, he sipped his mouth very cute. "My wife is great, and my husband is very comfortable."

Wei Anning was so ashamed that her face was about to burn. She clapped his hand angrily, hurriedly came down from his knee, grabbed one side of the crutch, and stumbled into the bathroom.

With a click, she locked the door from the inside. Then she sat on the ground weakly against the door and gasped.

Leng Youchen, an evil spirit, refreshed her understanding of men all the time. She held her hot cheeks in her hands and a smell of hormones on men's body lingered on her nose. She quickly took away her hands, stood up and rushed to the washing table to wash her hands.

But no matter how she washed it, the burning heat lingered, and she stared at herself in the mirror discouraged.

The woman in the mirror has pink peach blossoms, red and swollen cherry lips, and the waves in the star eyes are full of charming amorous feelings. Who is this woman and why is she so strange? I don't know her anymore.

Outside the door, Leng Youchen's facial features are white and cold, and his eyes are slightly red. The whole person exudes a lazy satisfaction from his bones. He stares at the semi hairy glass door of the bathroom. The slender figure of the woman slides on the ground, and he narrows his eyes slightly.

Such a large-scale action frightened the little guy.

Men are shameless. How can he not move his mind when he looks at her shaking in front of him every day? Moreover, this kind of thing will only become more and more addictive.