Yan Zeyang unbuttoned his military uniform and threw it aside, revealing the white shirt underneath.
Wen Xin was hugged by him and placed on the bed.
The sheets were new, and the blue color matched her skin color perfectly.
Her lips were red and her teeth were white, and she was delicate and soft.
Her bare feet were lying on the bed sheets, revealing the hollow beauty of her silk skirt. back.
When she was picked up by him just now, she even kicked her calf a few times.
She actually liked his effortless princess hug, because when she was held in his arms, she felt like a treasure in his hands.
Likewise, she can feel infinite care and love, which is her safest support and harbor.
He put his arms around her suet-like skin, hugging her tightly, listening to the steady beating of his heart.
At that moment, Wen Wen suddenly felt a little shy.
She was not timid when it came to love, but for some reason, she felt a little shy at this time.
She kicked off her shoes, one fell in the hall, and the other stood by the door.
After putting it on the bed, she turned over, hugged the soft pillow, and quietly turned to look at him.
Look at the beauty under the light.
The tender branches are extremely polished, and the whole person is extremely delicate.
When I put her down, her skirt turned up at some point.
The silk fabric was soft and smooth.
The beauty with all the curves of her body was lying there.
The exposed skin was so white that it dazzled the heart and mind, and the slightly parted pink lips were dazzling.
Like red flowers blooming on a snowy night.
Under the faint yellow light of the bedroom, a layer of watery luster appeared on the fat white skin.
Yan Motou unbuttoned his shirt with one hand and sat on the bed.
He glanced at the skin that had never been seen by anyone, and slowly pressed his hot palm against it, feeling as smooth as jade.
Probably because his palm was too hot, Wen Xin moved slightly in fear, but she couldn't avoid the hand that was close to her skin.
In the warm yellow light, on this New Year's Eve night when everyone is celebrating, in the room where he will prepare for his future wife, and on the bed where he will prepare the bridal chamber for the wedding night.
She, lying on it, occupied it all.
There is only a bedroom for two people.
The house is isolated from the loud sound of firecrackers outside and blocks the chill of the night.
In such a quiet moment, under the dim light, the bright white, soul-stirring woman with a graceful figure is lying on the bed, because The touch of his fingertips made her tremble slightly and timidly, which was pitiful.
Yama put his hand on her leg quietly and looked at her without moving, but the Adam's apple in his throat kept sliding slightly, and a burning heat from the inside seemed to be burning in his body.
I even felt the warmth.
Although Wen Xin was very flirtatious at first, she was still an inexperienced little girl after all.
Once something like this happened to her that she had never experienced before, she would be somewhat timid because it was an area in which she had no experience. .
She doesn't flirt casually, let alone mess around.
She knew Yama's character and refusal attitude from the beginning, so she dared to flirt with the other person like that.
As soon as the other person refuses, she will retreat and push forward. , seems to be very bold, but that is just because she is sure that the other person will not do anything to her.
Of course, there is also an element of liking in it.
But in fact, when the other party really got serious with her, she shrank immediately, like a weakling who was talkative but upright, with fear clearly written on her face.
Women are very sensitive.
When he put his hands on her snow-colored, smooth and shiny legs, she became a little nervous and wanted to hide after rubbing them twice.
Because he never took off his clothes before.
Although he sat there motionless and looked at her, Wen Wen was so frightened that she almost wanted to get up from the soft bed, but as soon as she sat up, the person who had been motionless moved.
The arms made of steel hugged her tightly, hugging her over.
Her whole body was pulled into a hot embrace, and the scalding temperature of her skin continued to burn the warm and tender skin.
Then the lips were sealed by the hot lips, and the wet tongue slipped into her mouth.
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It was so deep that even her screams were swallowed by him.
Wen Xin was soon knocked unconscious by the kiss, and her unusually soft body had already turned into water in his arms.
When the kiss ended, she was so weak and warm that she leaned her head on his shoulder pantingly, smelling the cold breath on his body.
When she looked up, she saw that he was turning his head slightly, looking at her intently.
She couldn't help asking him coquettishly: "What are you doing?"
"Fuck you."
After two words burst out between clenched teeth, he supported the edge of the bed with his right hand, turned over, and pressed her onto the bed.
New Year's Eve is a time when many people stay up all night and drink and party.
In the bedroom on the top floor of a small building in Songtao Garden, there was also someone who was so overbearing that he didn't let anyone sleep all night.
With great restraint, he did it four times. bedroom. bathroom. on the table.
Living room sofa.
Accompanied by the roar of firecrackers outside all night long, each of his blows hit the vital point, hitting hard to the bottom, and then quickly pulling away.
The whipping made the person beneath him feel like torture.
After crying excitedly, his whole body seemed to have left his soul, and even his pink toes were twitching.
But he is not like this.
With bronzed honey-colored skin all over his body, big drops of sweat poured down, and the drops hit the floor.
Every time I take up my gun and go into battle, I feel like I am entering a peach blossom battlefield surrounded by mountains and hills.
Thousands of fish among them sucked and played with him.
Even though he had a body of steel and an iron will, he had to bow his head and surrender in the depths of Peach Blossom Township.
Conquer, endure, suffer, respite.
Unbridled attack, crazy swing.
Stormy passion.
Lying down for the last time on the sheets that were once clean but now were in a mess.
There was clear moonlight outside the window, shining like frost on the bed.
The curtains were not drawn in the room.
Through the moonlight outside the window, they looked into each other's eyes.
It was blazing love, heart-pounding affection, so close that their breaths intertwined. .
From the beginning to the end, Yan Motou kept staring at her expression closely.
Only at the last moment, he closed his eyes patiently, arched his back, pressed close to her cheek, and listened to her pink lips and tongue.
The voice in the middle lowered its head to her ear, and along with the sound of whipping, she kept breathing heavily in a rhythmic manner.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Wenxin, I am Wenxin."
"Love me or not" "Love, I love you, I love you most" At four o'clock in the morning, although it was still dark, there was a faint glow on the horizon.
After cleaning the bed and washing the sheets, Yama put on his shirt solemnly, reached for the military uniform he threw on the chair, put it on, and finished arranging it.
He had slightly scarlet eye sockets and a green-bearded chin.
He had not slept all night, but there was no trace of depression on his face.
Instead, he looked even more firm, straight, and radiant.
He buttoned his cuffs.
Then he turned around and walked to the bed.
The original blue sheets had been replaced with white, cleaned sheets.
There was obvious fatigue and warmth on his face, and he was sleeping soundly under the quilt.
Sleeping like a baby, defenseless.
There was nothing about him that was thoughtful or alert like a spy.
She even cries when she gets stronger or harder.
How could a woman who is so afraid of pain be allowed to come out to be a spy?
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For the first time, he became unsure about his speculation.
A few strands of her hair were hanging down by her face.
He looked at them for a long time, sighed, and reached out to push them away, only to wake her up.
She lost her temper and closed her eyes and shouted loudly: "I'm going to die."
But the voice that came out was as hoarse as a mosquito's cry, and she began to cry with discomfort and sobs.
Don't you feel bad looking at her tired and aggrieved look?
Feeling distressed.
He touched her hair distressedly, lowered his head and pecked her lips, which had lost all color overnight.
"I'm leaving.
The porridge is warm in the pot.
Remember to eat it when you wake up."
After Wen Xin listened, she opened her eyes with difficulty and saw the person in front of her, neatly dressed and dressed in military uniform, about to get up and leave.
How can he leave?
He can't leave She used all her strength to wrap her arms around his neck, and was lifted out of bed by his strength.
"You can't leave, it's not dark yet, you stay a little longer, wuwu, you ruthless bastard."
She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, hanging naked on him like a little baby, crying while Scold him.
Yan Zeyang's face turned dark when he heard that word, but he still circled her smooth back, fearing that she would slip off, but what came into his eyes was the dripping water, and the unique dense fragrance on her body when she lifted the quilt, which was not yet wet.
The aura that belongs to him is emitted.
A man who has just experienced the taste of a woman has negative self-control.
Even Yama Demon Head is no exception.
Just after hugging her for a while, the heat in her body that had calmed down started rising again.
His breath was shaky, and after a few words of comfort, he couldn't help turning his head and kissing her face repeatedly.
Her lips were slightly tilted by his kissing strength.
After a long time, he gasped suppressedly: "What if I’ll come back when I have time, just wait for me at home.”
"I won't wait for you, I want to go back to Longzhou."
Wenxin closed her eyes and shed tears of grievance.
After blending together, he patted his butt and left.
How can this be done?
She is like a little girl who is about to be abandoned.
As if pitiful, she hugged his neck and whimpered behind his back.
At that moment, Yama's head and heart were throbbing, and he tightened his face: "Okay, I'll ask someone to pick you up.
You wait at home."
After talking for a long time, he finally took off the two pink and white soft arms from his neck, stuffed her into the quilt, and after coaxing her to sleep, he hurriedly took the hat from the door and hurried downstairs.
In the cold morning, he went downstairs, opened the door of the jeep, and got in.
He was coaxed to sleep, but his whole body felt heavy, and the desire that could not be relieved made his abdomen tense.
He closed his eyes, and it took a long time before the uncomfortable feeling disappeared.
Thinking of something, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket with a light red mark on it.
At that moment, he didn't know whether he hoped that the inspection document was genuine or a forgery.
He stroked his forehead and closed his eyes for a while, then stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket.
In the still dark early morning night, he started the car and quickly left the Pine Garden. gd1806102: