Song Qingchun was kissed so that his legs were weak, and before he finished walking the stairs, he gradually couldn't move his steps, grabbing Su Zhinian's shoulder, but the person kept falling.

Su Zhinian circled her waist, she took advantage of the situation to put all the strength of her body on his body, her body was soft like a puddle of water, which made Su Zhinian's eyes red, gasped, and pressed her on the handrail of the stairs, and gnawed on her small chin with death, moving all the way down, pointing out a series of endless layers of hot, hot Song Qingchun, and her body trembled.

With the sound of a fabric tearing, Song Qingchun felt a chill on his chest, and then a layer of hot wet marks fell densely.

She subconsciously leaned deeper into his arms, but it provoked his chun, and her skin was tighter, and she hit her whole body hard, and then ducked back.

Her sloppy movements made him snort, bit her skin hard, and directly supported her hips, while wetting her tian-en in front of her xiong, while striding up the stairs and walking up the corridor on the second floor.

“…… Su Zhinian...... You lighten up......" The force of his gnaw, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, provoked her to let out a low voice, and the soft tone of voice echoed in the quiet corridor.

Su Zhinian's eyes were even redder, he raised his foot and kicked open the bedroom door, took two steps forward, and suddenly let go of the hand dragging her back, she had no support at all, screamed, and the person leaned back, in front of him, revealing a large piece of beautiful spring light, causing him to rush forward like a beast, pressing her to the bed, and biting the place he had just coveted.

Her wheezing sound, more and more rapid, like dense raindrops, hit his eardrums one by one, shaking his brain in a daze, and his movements became more and more rough and urgent.

One by one, the clothes were torn apart, turned into shreds, and floated off the bed in the fierce burning passion.

He pressed her soft body, she wrapped around his strong waist, and the whole room, echoed with a tactful and ambiguous gasp, both his and hers, mixed together, into the most enchanting ballad.

He didn't rush to trap her, teasing her wickedly, she turned into the softest puddle of water in his mighty onslaught, and she let him do as he pleased, occasionally raising her hand to block his strength, softer than seduction.

The low snort she let out from time to time, soft-seductive, made him more interested, and his chest rose and fell more and more, and he stretched out her double tui and squeezed into her ti.

A little struggling, she was resisting, he lowered his head, pecked her delicate eyebrows, and was just about to slowly increase his strength, the corner of his eye suddenly drifted to a book next to the pillow.

"Mommy Baby".

The four words, like a thunderclap, slashed fiercely in his ears.

Su Zhinian's hand on the sheet grabbed it hard, crumpled the sheet into a ball, panted hard, strengthened himself, evacuated from her room, and then climbed on top of her with a depressed body.

His sudden stop made her frown blankly, and it took a long time before she lifted her eyelids and looked at him.