Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

He whispered softly, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Whether it was five years ago or five years later, Dongfang Aoshi could always easily provoke her lust and make her fall into it.

Dongfang Aoshi leaned against her tenderly, probing lightly with her long fingers, casting all kinds of magic on her body.

Buried tenderly in the hollow of his shoulder, moaning softly, with thin beads of sweat on his forehead.

Dongfang Aoshi kept kissing, dawdling, to the maximum extent, provoking tender lust——

He wasn't drunk at all.

Just pretending to be drunk.

Because Dongfang Aoshi discovered that only by pretending to be drunk can Wenrou not resist his approach so much.

The temperature in the room rose sharply following the ambiguous actions of the two.

Twisting his body gently, Dongfang Aoshi slowly squeezed in when his breathing became short of breath.

Gentle and deep snorted, unable to adapt for a while.

"Will it hurt?" Dongfang Aoshi immediately stopped, turned his head, and kissed her.

Gritting her teeth gently, she shook her head, her eyes blurred.

Dongfang Aoshi couldn't bear it anymore, supported her waist, and began to withdraw slowly...

"Rou'er..."

Dongfang Aoshi called her name every time.

The hoarse and sexy voice, like a song of the soul, is deeply nailed into the gentle mind.

Let her mind, apart from him, have nothing else...

*********************Special dividing line for Dongfang Aoshi************************ ***********

late at night.

Lying tenderly on Dongfang Aoshi's naked chest, her thick eyebrows were deeply furrowed.

She never thought that she would have sex with Dongfang Aoshi again.

And, directly over the door...

Under Dongfang Aoshi's attack, she completely forgot the purpose of coming.

Thinking of what happened just now, Wen Rou couldn't help feeling disgusted with herself.

After struggling, I remembered.

The waist was held tightly.

Looking up, he found that Dongfang Aoshi had woken up, his black eyes were full of lust.

How can Rou not know what will happen next?

He wanted to escape, but was held tightly.

"You still want?" Dongfang Aoshi raised her legs at the same time as his hoarse voice sounded.

The part that belonged to him began to rub against her softness again.

Gentle and stiff.

I felt that Dongfang Aoshi slowly entered the body bit by bit.

Since the nerves all over her body were tense, the feeling was particularly clear...

The body was turned the other way, and then began to shake.

Biting her lips gently, trying to resist the sweeping pleasure.

But the body is completely out of control, it has been conquered by Dongfang Aoshi.

The fingers of the two are intertwined, their bodies are completely fused, without any gaps...

……

……

……

afterwards.

Dongfang Aoshi hugged her and turned over, forming a side-lying position.

His semi-soft desire is still in the gentle body, and he refuses to leave.

The thin and resolute jaw rested on the gentle, bare and smooth shoulders.

The big palm held her chest while clasping her hand, playing back and forth.

Occasionally, she put it on her lips and kissed tenderly.

Gentle frowning, do not like this kind of intimacy.

Struggling for a while, I wanted to pull my hand back.

Dongfang Aoshi clasped it tightly and refused to let go.

Gently and firmly shook his hands.

In the next second, his whole body stiffened, and he turned his head in disbelief.

That part of her body suddenly swelled, filling her up—with a soft, distraught low moan, he wrapped his arms around his neck.

Whether it was five years ago or five years later, Dongfang Aoshi could always easily provoke her lust and make her fall into it.

Dongfang Aoshi leaned against her tenderly, probing lightly with her long fingers, casting all kinds of magic on her body.

Buried tenderly in the hollow of his shoulder, moaning softly, with thin beads of sweat on his forehead.

Dongfang Aoshi kept kissing, dawdling, to the maximum extent, provoking tender lust——

He wasn't drunk at all.

Just pretending to be drunk.

Because Dongfang Aoshi discovered that only by pretending to be drunk can Wenrou not resist his approach so much.

The temperature in the room rose sharply following the ambiguous actions of the two.

Twisting his body gently, Dongfang Aoshi slowly squeezed in when his breathing became short of breath.

Gentle and deep snorted, unable to adapt for a while.

"Will it hurt?" Dongfang Aoshi immediately stopped, turned his head, and kissed her.

Gritting her teeth gently, she shook her head, her eyes blurred.

Dongfang Aoshi couldn't bear it anymore, supported her waist, and began to withdraw slowly...

"Rou'er..."

Dongfang Aoshi called her name every time.

The hoarse and sexy voice, like a song of the soul, is deeply nailed into the gentle mind.

Let her mind, apart from him, have nothing else...

*********************Special dividing line for Dongfang Aoshi************************ ***********

late at night.

Lying tenderly on Dongfang Aoshi's naked chest, her thick eyebrows were deeply furrowed.

She never thought that she would have sex with Dongfang Aoshi again.

And, directly over the door...

Under Dongfang Aoshi's attack, she completely forgot the purpose of coming.

Thinking of what happened just now, Wen Rou couldn't help feeling disgusted with herself.

After struggling, I remembered.

The waist was held tightly.

Looking up, he found that Dongfang Aoshi had woken up, his black eyes were full of lust.

How can Rou not know what will happen next?

He wanted to escape, but was held tightly.

"You still want?" Dongfang Aoshi raised her legs at the same time as his hoarse voice sounded.

The part that belonged to him began to rub against her softness again.

Gentle and stiff.

I felt that Dongfang Aoshi slowly entered the body bit by bit.

Since the nerves all over her body were tense, the feeling was particularly clear...

The body was turned the other way, and then began to shake.

Biting her lips gently, trying to resist the sweeping pleasure.

But the body is completely out of control, it has been conquered by Dongfang Aoshi.

The fingers of the two are intertwined, their bodies are completely fused, without any gaps...

……

……

……

afterwards.

Dongfang Aoshi hugged her and turned over, forming a side-lying position.

His semi-soft desire is still in the gentle body, and he refuses to leave.

The thin and resolute jaw rested on the gentle, bare and smooth shoulders.

The big palm held her chest while clasping her hand, playing back and forth.

Occasionally, she put it on her lips and kissed tenderly.

Gentle frowning, do not like this kind of intimacy.

Struggling for a while, I wanted to pull my hand back.

Dongfang Aoshi clasped it tightly and refused to let go.

Gently and firmly shook his hands.

In the next second, his whole body stiffened, and he turned his head in disbelief.

That part of her body suddenly swelled, filling her up—