She felt that she was gently placed on a soft **, Luo Nanchu rolled around on the **, someone held her, pressed her lips, and a warm liquid poured into her mouth, she raised her hand and pressed the cup on her lips uncomfortably, muttering: "Don't, it's not delicious." Fastest update"

The cup pressed on her lips was removed, Luo Nanchu turned into the quilt restlessly, and then was quickly fished out of the quilt, there was a soft and warm thing attached to her lips, pried open her lips and teeth, and the slightly bitter liquid was fed in by the other party.

She put one hand weakly against the man's chest, and the sobering tea that she didn't have time to swallow flowed down the corner of her lips, leaving a ** mark on her slender snow-white neck, gradually moistening the thin fabric of her neckline.

Fu Tingyuan raised his head slightly from the entanglement of each other's lips and teeth and looked at the woman who was pressed against him by **.

His eyes darkened.

In the past five years, she has become more and more charming, and she already has the charm of a mature woman, and her every move is sultry.

He raised his hand to pry away the long shredded hair that stuck to her white cheeks, staring at her more and more delicate and perfect face, Hua Rong raised her very well, every trace of careful maintenance, like a flawless gift that he had waited for five years.

He lowered his head and kissed the water stains one by one, his fingers moving behind her and unzipping her dress.

He gnawed at her collarbone and felt a low tremor from Ronan Chu as he pressed her underneath him, nibbling from her collarbone to her undulating chest.

She trembled even more.

The fingers were raised weakly, and the fingertips were inserted into his hair, about to push him away, Fu Tingyuan was unmoved, and continued to gnaw lightly with this grinding force.

Fu Tingyuan...... Don't ......"

Her voice was thin and trembling.

Fu Tingyuan raised his head slightly and looked at her flushed face.

Her eyes were confused and out of focus, but she was calling his name.

Fu Tingyuan's eyes deepened slightly, he leaned down to look at Luo Nanchu, and asked in a low voice, "What's my name?" ”

Her slender brow frowned slightly, not looking at him at all, her body was covered with a layer of pink, and her body was already soft and without any strength under the subtle teasing he had just made.

Fu Tingyuan looked at her for a while, his fingers parted her tight thighs, and upward, he touched the damp heat of his hand.

As if surprised, he lowered his head to look at the face of the woman below him, his eyes deepened, he leaned down and took her tongue, wrapped her limp legs around his waist, watched her expression, and then slowly entered her body.

Luo Nanchu trembled very much under him, and every time she sobbed, her brows kept frowning slightly, and when she couldn't stand it, she would shout his name while not wanting to.

Whenever this happens, Fu Tingyuan feels a little unable to control himself.

She was so drunk that she didn't recognize him at all, but when she was on **, she would only call him by one person's name.

No matter what she thought in her heart, the existence of Fu Tingyuan had already been deeply engraved in the depths of her soul like an imprint, whether she wanted it or not, she had already been deeply invaded by him from head to toe.

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