One thousand eight hundred seventy-five

Faintly, the voices in my ears seem to be gradually disappearing.

I don't know when, the T-shirt has been soaked in the water, and it is like a beaving petal in full bloom on the surface of the water.

His hand pressed against hers, as if he was deliberately guiding, so that her fingertips rested on his trousers, and even the breath that hit her ear was hot.

The posture of the two people has not changed, it is still her on top.

It's just that this makes Bo Jiu more passive.

The water in the bathtub shook and rippled.

When his breath seeped in, Bo Jiu only felt that his whole body was numb, his eyes were stained with layers of mist, and Haoya bit his thin lips lightly, and even the corners of his eyes were lightly dyed red.

The ripples of water hit her porcelain and jade collarbones.

This made Qin Mo's body tense to the extreme, and even the lower eyes were dyed scarlet.

Qin Mo, who originally wanted to take his time, finally couldn't help it, buckled the man's waist, and used his strength fiercely.

Bo Jiu trembled, only to feel the numbness like a storm, and the water swept through her whole body.

It's hot everywhere.

Especially the hot feeling that is hard to ignore.

She wanted to move, but she couldn't exert the slightest strength in her hands and feet.

Such an urgent fit.

It's all crispy.

Bo Jiu wanted to grab something.

But he interlocked his fingers and held it in his hand.

If you hug someone you like, you will probably sink.

"Bo Xiaojiu. ”

His voice was low, constantly calling her name, and his deeper and deeper strength made Bo Jiu only sink into it without the slightest resistance.

On the contrary, it was such a crisp numbness that made him a little closer and tighter in what she wanted.

She could see the sweat on his forehead, and the tense side of his face, once the sense of abstinence was broken, it was the handsomeness of the charming soul.

She liked to see such a beauty, because only she could see him like this, a forbidden bewitchment, like a god high up in the sky who had been dyed a trace of black by her.

The temperature is rising throughout the bathroom.

Everywhere there was a rising mist.

The water in the bathtub gushed out again and again, overflowing out of the tank.

The rose petals were attached to Bo Jiu's body, and the Z-shaped tattoo on his waist became more and more visible, and he was evil and beautiful.

With that sense of impact, Bo Jiu could only follow his movements, lost and fell......

I finally waited until he stopped.

But after a while, she felt his heat again

Bo Jiu's hand had no strength anymore, and he wanted to push the person away.

He breathed into her ear, "It's not that you want to be on it, huh?"

"Not this way. Bo Jiu's breath was chaotic.

Qin Mo kissed her neck: "Which way is that?"

"I'm in charge. Bo Jiu's eyes flickered.

Qin Mo took advantage of her distraction, pressed her waist and pressed down: "Your strength is too small to be unhappy, but the way you look makes people want to destroy." ”

Bo Jiu bit his lip suddenly, as if this was the only way to hold back the sound that came out.

But he stopped there as if he did it on purpose, his throat hoarse: "Is this here?"

Bo Jiu's eyebrows twisted, and his lips bit even heavier.

He slid his fingers over, and there was a hint of coaxing in his low voice: "Call my name, and I will let you go." “

"Mo ......" Bo Jiu leaned over and simply hugged his neck, looked at him condescendingly, and gently licked his beautiful and evil jaw: "Are you sure you want to stop here, endure it?" ()

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