Chapter 11: Her Taste

"With strong? I'll show you what it means to be strong now! You've been trying to climb into my bed...... You should be enjoying it now! The palace courtier grabbed her arm with one hand and raised it against the wall. With his other hand, he quickly ripped off the only remaining clothes on the two people.

"You let go of me! Do you think everyone is like you, thinking about those filthy ......" Before Jiang Qiao finished speaking, he was sealed by the palace ministers.

The palace courtiers had women before, but they were all used to meet their physical needs. Each of them, the palace ministers would not kiss, and he always maintained this.

But now, the smell of this woman beneath him made him can't help but want more. The smooth tongue wrapped around her, and he began to expect her interaction with himself, expecting her initiative!

Jiang Qiao'er stared at the palace ministers who were close at hand with wide eyes, constantly twisting his body and struggling. Baidu search (txt home/\small/\say/\net.)

The palace courtiers were not only not shaken by her resistance and struggle, but were aroused by her restless writhing body.

His muscular body pressed against her smooth skin, and every inch of his veins was dilated and galloping like never before. With the shouting of the body, the palace courtier opened his big hand to hold her slender waist, against which he was about to breathe.

Hurt!

That feeling of tearing made Jiang Qiao'er want to die immediately!

Tears ran down her cheeks to her chin and dripped silently down her bare snow-white breasts. The fastest chapter is on the txt home fiction website

This man is a madman!

Jiang Qiao'er gritted her teeth, and her body was like a kite with a broken string, allowing the palace ministers to fiddle up and down.

His movements were rough and savage, and there was no pity for him.

This is her husband!

She was wantonly violated by her husband who she had never met in such a humiliating posture on her wedding night!

Jiang Qiao'er's tight body made the palace courtiers feel unprecedented satisfaction, as if this woman's body existed for herself, and she kept asking for her.

Her body is like a poppy!

Jiang Qiao'er's consciousness was withdrawn from her body little by little. In the dream, the arrogant and cold boy appeared again, he looked at himself indifferently without saying a word, and Sen Han's eyes were full of endless despair.

"Don't!" Jiang Qiao's ears screamed and woke up from his dream.

I found myself lying on the round bed the night before, still with the magnificent sunken wood carvings and the lifelike angel kissing pictures carved on the European ceiling.

It's this bed again!

Jiang Qiao's ears can't forget the night before, when she was violated in the dark, she was in such a bed!

Where does he have a knot, he is obviously a psychopath!

Thinking of him, Jiang Qiao sat up from the bed with a flutter, her body was as sore as if she had been crushed, and the memories of last night were as clear in her mind as a movie replay, his rough encroachment, scorching temperature and crazy kisses.

She was the only one on the big bed.

Good thing he's gone!

Jiang Qiao'er looked at the corner of the wall last night, and the touch of the palace courtier's pressing on his body lingered like a nightmare. She lowered her head and saw her naked body, the traces of love on her chest telling her again and again that she was real last night!

This great demon! How can you treat yourself like that! txt House Fiction Network