Chapter 1177 - Sweet and Happy Daily Life (7)

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In the closed bathroom, there is not a single light, and even the air is very stuffy.

Jiang Yansheng's eyes trembled slightly, her hair was wet with her own fine sweat, and she pressed against her forehead, revealing a delicate and ruddy little face, she snuggled herself soft and boneless on the man's tall and muscular body, breathing weakly.

Huo Xiumo pressed his chin against her white collarbone, pursed his thin lips as if he had exploded, and then slowly calmed down his intense emotions.

He kissed the corners of Jiang Yansheng's soft lips, and his voice was hoarse: "Do it again." โ€

"Nope." Jiang Yansheng came to the bathroom with him, that is, to temporarily satisfy the man, the children are in the restaurant, and it is not advisable to stay here for too long.

She struggled slightly, pushed his chest and said, "Put my skirt on, it's time to go out." โ€

After all, the boss is not small, and he has reached the age of sensibility, not as easy to fool as he was when he was a child, and it will be embarrassing if he is seen through.

Huo Xiumo picked up her skirt that had slipped on the floor, and as soon as the light was turned on, the warm halo reflected on Jiang Yansheng's smooth and beautiful body, her hair was messy and scattered, and the curves were particularly seductive.

His eyes darkened a few degrees, and his slender hand rubbed her soft waist, and when he couldn't restrain himself from wanting to touch down, he was stopped by Jiang Yansheng, and his white hand gently patted him: "Enough." โ€

"Not enough, not satisfied." Huo Xiumo's powerful arms hugged her body, and he used the strength of his tall body to push her against the edge of the sink, bowed his head, and his thin lips crushed her red lips, and after a while, he used his long wet tongue to forcefully pry open her teeth.

The man's strong breath occupied her five senses and entwined her breathing.

Jiang Yansheng was afraid that he would be overbearing, so he didn't care about anything, so he kissed back and coaxed people first, and then panted and said, "Come back later, my legs are sore." โ€

She stared at Huo Xiumo pitifully, and said weakly: "This bathroom is too small, it is not easy to develop, and it is very uncomfortable to sit and stand all the time." โ€

Huo Xiumo probably can't see her suffer the most, compared to being coquettish, the effect of selling pity can be better.

He removed her red lips and breathed thinly: "Where is the sour, I'll rub it for you, huh?" โ€

If it weren't for the wrong place, Jiang Yansheng would have had the leisure to let him massage, but now she hoped that Huo Xiumo would let her go, bit her lip and said, "It's good to take a break, you had too much strength just now." โ€

Huo Xiumo is addicted to her, and every time she does it, she can be gentle at first, but then she can't restrain her strength, and she will be ruthless as deep as she can.

She was sore at the base of her legs, and she didn't want to be pressed again, so she naturally wouldn't say it.

However, how can Huo Xiumo not see it after many years of husband and wife?

He stared fixedly at the woman's coquettish and shy face for a while, and his big hand pinched her smooth body to prevent it from moving, and then he bowed his head......

"Huo Xiumer."

Jiang Yansheng suppressed the cry of shame and wanted to move, but he could only be grabbed harder, his eyes lowered with trembling, and he hurriedly saw the man desperately pleasing himself, and for a while, he couldn't even breathe.

Huo Xiumo's birthday can be regarded as tasting her from beginning to end.

The deliciousness is definitely more appealing to him than the cake made by his daughter.

Ten minutes later.

Huo Xiumo put her skirt back on, patiently combed the woman's messy long hair with her long fingers, and then lowered his head and kissed her twisted eyebrows: "Okay, it's over, it's not uncomfortable, huh?" โ€

It was light, Jiang Yansheng glared at him angrily, and said fiercely: "You wash me at night, don't bite you, I have your surname." โ€