The body will succumb to **, reason will be killed by **, and in an instant the human instinct begins to be released, and in the quiet bedroom, there is a heavy gasp.

"Do you love me?" She asked him, looking at him with confusion and confusion in her eyes, her thin, transparent fingers brushing his face and coming to his lips.

He snorted and wanted to speak, but couldn't spit out any words, her index finger on his lips: "Shhh, don't tell me the answer, okay?" Even if I beg you. ”

His heart suddenly ached, and half of his body's ** was extinguished, and he saw a tear fall on her smiling face, ticking and ticking, falling on his palm.

He felt her face a little cold, he didn't know what had happened to him just now, why he had become like this, was it right or wrong?

A hug can answer a lot of questions, a hug can cause a lot of misunderstandings, a hug can make a person lose his mind, he loses his mind.

The soft touch in his arms made him lose all consciousness, and the soft fragrance of Wen Yu, whether it was right or wrong, his body began to do wrong things.

How far is the distance of a kiss, separated by their respective bodies, bypassing the distant emotional distance, touching each other, and colliding with the best fireworks.

Tick-tock, the pendulum acts as a spectator, and at night, the moonlight transforms into a gentle elf playing strange music, and the gasp is its accompaniment.

Skin to skin, tongue began to search for its home, greedily sucking on the unknown liquid, hair intertwined and entwined into black cobwebs.

Love and desire have always been a difficult problem for philosophers, love can disappear, but it remains in the depths of people's bodies permanently, because it is instinct.

His ** came like a tidal wave, and he locked it up for too long, and it went from a young beast to a monstrous monster. The moment the cage is unlocked, it devours everything.

She felt his strong arms, and she felt the body he kept taking, and her sanity began to slowly lose, and she wished she could.

Right or wrong, everything. At this moment, she only had him in her eyes, and everything didn't matter, because she only needed this moment to be enough.

At this moment he was at least hers, and she was his, and a blazing flame ignited in the cold moonlight, an unspeakable flame.

His fingers brushed over his delicate skin, and his delicate hairs stood up like a frightened child, and the tense muscles could be felt along the texture.

She felt extremely uncomfortable. But this discomfort made her enjoy it very much, and there was a strong manly breath under her nose, which belonged to him alone.

Intertwined with, the quiet bedroom was no longer quiet, and his head went from her forehead to her heels, a long and delicate time.

It turned out that there could be so many places for a person to kiss, and this was what she thought of. It was a dirty and simple idea in her mind, but she knew she was wrong.

His eyes were full of **. However, his movements are extremely gentle, and every time the two of them touch, they bring extremely subtle feelings.

Her forehead, her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, her ear chakras and earlobes, her neck. Her collarbone, her ...... Her ankles, even her toes.

His skillful movements made her extremely comfortable, and it occurred to her that maybe he had done it with someone else before. But that person was not her, and she was a little jealous when she thought of this.

Ruyu's skin was dyed with a layer of pink red, like a ripe peach, and like a shy apple.

Tick tock.

The clock was still watching, his instinct telling him that the foreplay was still enough, and he put his hand on the white pajamas, and slowly reached in.

Boom.

Her voice was soft with shyness, and a hint of fear, the last time was obviously different from this time, that time he was in a coma, and this time she was about to fall into a coma.

The tide of ** shocked all her consciousness, he was her first man, he made her from a girl to a woman, and this time she will go through that process.

He is very familiar with this process, and unknown fragments appear in his memory from time to time, and the body is entangled with the body, ** and ** collide, blooming into a dark flower.

Stab!

An unknown voice rang out in the quiet room, gasps mixed with a scream of pain and an eerie crash.

Squeak, squeak, the wooden bed kept whining, and there were slight nail scratches on his back, ticking, but time kept passing.

There were more and more scratches on his back, but the ** fire in his eyes did not burn out, but ignited a more raging flame.

The two men descended from heaven to hell, and as if they had ascended from hell to heaven, everything in the world began to be turned upside down, and everything fell silent.

The sound of panting, heavy breathing, the wailing of the bed, and the sound of the wind outside the window, the sound is entangled with the sound, playing an indescribable symphony.

It was as if they had traveled the whole world, descending from Mount Everest to the Mariana Trench in an instant, from the equator to the North Pole, which was an interweaving of ice and fire, as well as an entanglement of light and shadow.

She didn't know if she was so happy, but the satisfaction of her body made her forget everything.

"What if it's wrong?" She thought, her flushed face covered with sweat and tears, her long hair scattered on her pillow.

His body is also covered with sweat, his sanity has still not recovered, and the fire of ** is burning more and more, and only by constantly asking can he be satisfied.

He lifted her from the bed and carried her to the wall, where she hugged his neck tightly and lay her whole face on his left shoulder.

The cold walls pressed against her soft back, and his hands hugged her tightly, and the fiery hug seemed to dispel the chill from her back.

Heaven and hell intersected again, and she bit down on his shoulder so hard that her nails sank into his wide back again.

A hint of blood spread across her mouth, and it turned out to be what he really tasted like, she thought.

"Roar!" He didn't know how many times it was, her face still tinged a delicate red, and her breathing became more painful.

The hour hand pointed from 11 to 1, and they moved from bed to wall, wall to door, and even to their desk.

Their brains also seem to melt because of such movements, and they completely forget where they are and what they are doing.

The movement of the second hand never stopped, but people's ** began to go out, and reason began to emerge slowly. (To be continued......)