Secret love becomes a marriage

The little man's limbs were separated and tied to the four corners of the bed. His mouth was stuffed with things. He couldn't cry. Only a pair of apricot eyes spread fog. There was crystal clear liquid sliding out bit by bit along the corners of his eyes. It seemed that he cried for a long time, and his beautiful eyes were swollen.

"Oh, oh, oh."

The little man was just crying silently. When he saw Ye Siyan, he made a sound in his blocked mouth, and panic appeared on his pale face.

"What's the matter?" the night Si Yan slowly opened his mouth. "Afraid of me?" he said, reaching out to pull off the girl's mouth, so that she could open her mouth and speak.

"Please, let me go."

It's probably the reason why she hasn't spoken for some time and has been crying. The little girl's voice is very dumb, but it can't be denied that her voice is very nice and soft. That soft voice is enough to stir up the beast in any man's heart, so that they want to press the girl with this beautiful voice under them, love her as much as possible, and want to listen to her beautiful and intoxicating cry.

Naturally, the little girl not only has a voice, but also has a good body. In a word, she is "born to flatter bones".

Yesi yanpin tasted it and knew how it tasted.

This is one of the reasons why he lingered on her.

"Let you go?"

oh The most important reason why she didn't let her go was that she loved to escape. Originally, when she was tired of waiting for him, she could leave, but it happened that she didn't obediently wait for him. She had to escape and spoil her, so she tried her best to run.

On the 36th floor, how dare you run out of the window? How much do you want to escape him again? I really hate such a bad little girl, but my heart has become too happy. If such a proud little girl is tamed one day, like a little pet sticking to him, what will it be like?

Ye Siyan touched his chin and thought: it must be very interesting!

So how can you let her go?

"Baby, not yet!"

He shook his head. His slender fingers were slowly close to the little girl's cheek. His fingers were cold and her cheek was warm. He put his hands on it, which was very comfortable. The night Si Yan couldn't help sighing, and the corner of his mouth caught up an evil radian: "I haven't spoiled enough of your body, and we still have a variety of actions we haven't tried."

As he spoke, he slid his hand down inch by inch, starting with a piece of wet, greasy and soft, slowly awakening his desire to sleep at the bottom of his heart.

"What kind of people like you want? No, why is it me? Please let me go!"

"No!"

Ye Siyan shook his head, his voice was light and slow. "Only your body can cooperate well with me. I want to bend into what kind of arc. No one can be better than you, so baby, you're good. Let me try. Pet it. If you're good, I'll let you go."

"You bastard!"

Xi'er is disgusted at the moment that she has learned to dance since childhood, so that there will be such an unbearable day. Similarly, a teenage girl who is still held in the palm of her family, her character is delicate and uninhibited. She glares at Ye Siyan and doesn't know how to be soft at all.

"Well, I'm a little confused with you."

The little girl's tutor is very good. She scolds people again and again. She can't catch his temper at all. Even when she scolds him in the back, he has some happiness in his heart, and his feelings and desires will quickly spread in his heart. His body will rise slightly, and then press it on her accurately. "Come on, baby, let me play tricks now."

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Xi'er's frightened face turned white, but she had no room to struggle. She could only let this man bully her! Turn her body into an arbitrary arc!

……

"Baby, get up. We should go back."

"I can't afford it. I won't go back. I want to go back. You go back alone..."

At nine o'clock the next morning, the man who had enough to eat and drink last night turned out of bed very spiritually, and the girl who was tossed with him was unwilling to get up at all. He lay in bed and held the quilt tightly.

"How can I see my parents alone? Get up."

"I don't want it." Ji Zimo shouted, "I can't get up. I'm not feeling well."

"Is it uncomfortable there? Does it hurt there? Come on, husband, have a look."

"Gu Shubai, what do you want to do!" Ji Zimo felt that someone was pulling her quilt. After pulling the quilt, she continued to pull her pants. She was so scared that she quickly opened her eyes.

"Well, don't you mean pain? Husband, let me show you if I hurt myself too hard last night?" Gu Shubai really believed Ji Zimo when he heard him cry pain. After all, he indulged a little too much last night. In addition, he still wanted to make trouble with her.

"No, no!"

"Come on, be good, husband."

"You let go, I'm fine." Ji Zimo's legs are soft and can't get rid of Gu Shubai's hands. She can only support her body and half sit up to get rid of it. It's still useless. He grabs it very tightly, and she can only shout.

"Shy?" Gu Shubai looked at the little man on the bed jokingly.

"I didn't."

"Really not?" Gu Shubai leaned forward slowly from the end of the bed: "how can you blush like this?"

He put one hand on her side, stroked her face with the other hand, rubbed her cheek again and again with his finger belly, looked at the already red skin color, dyed a lot of red, the color in his eyes became darker, and his voice was a little dumb. "What are you ashamed of if you haven't been seen by me?"

"Gu Shubai, shut up."

"Call Gu Shubai again?"

"Professor Gu." Ji Zimo is a man who knows current affairs and has a good memory. Seeing that his eyes are stained with danger, he remembered that he was tossed to death because of a title last night, so he quickly changed his title.

"Professor Gu has nothing new. Change another one."

"You don't want me to get up, you get out of the way, I'm going to get up." Ji Zimo tried to take this ambiguous topic and break away from this ambiguous and dangerous distance.

"Don't worry, there's still a lot of time."

"You..."

"Good, shout to me, husband, Shushu, brother, you can shout."

"No." Ji Zimo shook his head, holding the quilt with a very insecure hand, and his fingers were white.

"Baby, be good."

"Shushu! Shushu! Shushu!"

When he said that, his eyes were so deep that he couldn't see the bottom. Ji Zimo felt a heart tremor inexplicably, especially the other hands climbed up along her lower legs. She had to give a low voice of compromise.

"What are you doing? I've shouted. Don't make trouble!"

"Once."

"Don't." Ji Zimo shook his head: "I'm in pain. Really, don't you want it?"