Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Wei Anning looked inexplicably holding the dress. The high-grade customized black tuxedo was very expensive before the upper body. It can be seen how expensive this dress is.

The housekeeper went out. Wei Anning looked at Leng Youchen, "you let the housekeeper go. Who will help you change your clothes?"

The man's bony long pointed to her, a crisp word, "you!"

"Me?" Wei Anning pointed to his nose in disbelief. "I won't dress men. Besides, I'm still disabled. You abused me."

"If you put on clothes, you will be abused. Let you lie down and be raped by me. Don't you say I raped you?" The man's sharp eyes swept her chest, as if he were tearing her clothes.

Wei Anning quickly put his clothes on his chest and his pretty face turned red. Why is this man so vulgar? And what's his look? It's very aggressive.

She stuck her neck and refused to admit defeat, forgetting the previous lesson, "don't be addicted to your mouth. Come if you have the ability."

Leng Youchen's eyes were dark, and it was clear that something was surging. He looked at her eyes with a touch of ambiguous heat. He slowly untied his shirt and twisted the button, "since my wife can't wait to do something for her husband, it seems that I'm sorry for your expectations."

Looking at his bad face, Wei Anning approached her while undressing. Wei Anning was so scared that his scalp was numb that he hurriedly said, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding."

To be thicker than skin, where is she his opponent?

"It's late." These days they eat and live together. She swings in front of him every day. She can see the taste that he can't eat. She always makes him take a cold bath in the middle of the night.

When he came out after a cold shower, he often saw her heartless sleeping position, and he wanted to kick her out of bed.

As a result, when he climbed into bed, he could only drag her into his arms in secret anger and touch her. He could not quench his thirst at all. He was so angry that he had to take a cold bath.

He seems to have been under a spell set by himself. He can't enter her hole without wearing a mask.

Wei Anning saw that he was getting closer and closer. She jumped aside with her dress in her arms. Her voice was in a panic. "Leng Youchen, don't mess around. Did you hear what the housekeeper said just now? It'll be here in half an hour."

"You can sleep more than half an hour." His shirt was wide open, revealing the man's white and strong chest. He slid over in a wheelchair, easily fished the one legged cat into his arms, and blocked her mouth with a rough kiss.

His wife despised him so much that she would be disappointed if he didn't find some room.

"Hmm..." her mouth was blocked. The man's lips ravaged her. Her lips were numb. Half of her body was soft. She leaned in his arms and passively accepted his hot plunder.

The touch of lips is not enough. The man's hot big palm rubbed the soft meat of her waist, opened her dress hem and hit her chest.

Wei Anning's face flushed. She hurriedly grabbed his hand and said, "Leng Youchen, your clothes are wrinkled. Don't blame me for what you don't wear later."

His big hand reached over, grabbed the dress and threw it on the bed.

He turned her body to face him, separated her legs with big hands, let her collapse on his legs, sealed her lips again and bullied her hard.

Wei Anning was frightened, especially when she saw him untie his belt and pull down his zipper, revealing the readiness of a corner of his white bullet pants. She was stunned.