The perfect thin lips were gentle and domineering, so that she didn't even have a chance to dodge, so she could only let him taste the taste of red lips.

"Hmm"

His movements were so intense that Ming Yulong had the illusion that her lips were numb, and then she felt the tip of her slippery tongue invade between her teeth and began to absorb her sweetness.

Where will she let him easily, the tip of her tongue is like a nimble bird, avoiding the pursuit of hunters, in the cage called lip and tooth, dodging the tip of the tongue full of charm again and again.

For women, if there is an extra layer of desire to conquer, it means that they will never stop.

A certain girl who is emotionally blank on the paper will not realize her evasive action, which makes Rong Yi's eyes dark almost like a dark night shrouded in dark clouds, as heavy as ink, and golden sparks jump from time to time.

His hands tightened, and the rustiness at the beginning became more and more dexterous in the chase, and the slightest strangeness that rose in his heart turned into huge waves in the chase and surged to the end.

Ming Yulong saw that the deep eyes were like a whirlpool of stars, trying to suck her mind, but more importantly, there was an emotion in her chest that began to hit her reason, and it was strengthening little by little, as if it was about to burst out of her chest.

Her resistance slowly softened with this emotion, and even had a wonderful taste of wanting to resist and welcome.

The entanglement of tongue and tongue was like a ray of light between heaven and earth, and in an instant, Ming Yulong could no longer resist, she softened in his arms, feeling like a small flower surrounded by mountain peaks, that warm and blurry feeling, there was a strong and safe atmosphere.

The shivering sensation flowed from the lip flap, like a tiny electric current, from the tip of the tongue to the brain, and from the brain to the limbs, and finally hit the heart, flooding with torrents that made the skin tremble.

The carriage was extremely quiet, except for the cloud-colored curtains fluttering as it went, making a slight grinding sound, accompanied by the occasional ambiguous sucking-sucking sound during a kiss, and the temperature rose to an unprecedented red height.

The breathing of the two became heavier and heavier, Ming Yulong was a little unable to breathe, the fiery intersection between her lips, and the entanglement of her smooth and delicate tongues were the excitement she had never experienced.

Bursts of heat rushed towards her, and she couldn't tell whether it was the illusion of suffocation that made her unable to think, or the burst of emotion that made her almost overwhelmed by confusion, and stretched out her slender arm to hook Rong Yi's neck.

Such an action made Rong Yi's phoenix eyes open slightly, and the smile in his eyes bloomed like an open peony, and no one could resist it.

I don't know how long it took for Lu Dao, Rong Yi finally let go of his lips, and Ming Yulong looked at him blankly with his eyes that were still misty, looking cute and cute.

The bright red lips have a charming style, slightly open to breathe, and the heart is even more stupid.

Rong Yi gasped slightly and kissed her again on the lips, put his forehead against hers, and smiled:

"Beauty's fragrant lips, are you asking you to come again?"

The charming atmosphere is like the spring river water surrounding, misty and extremely clear magnification of the faces of the people in front of them.

Ming Yulong gradually came back to his senses, but his mind was not in the ridicule of the poem.

She only felt that her breathing was as if the air had become thin, and she had to use all her strength to absorb the oxygen to live.