The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

"Okay, baby, I'll listen to you. You can have as many children as you want. Be good, let's work harder and have a little Anying as soon as possible."

Tian Junhao turned An Ying over and coaxed her with a hoarse voice.

Gently sucking her lips, lingering, sucking.

Toss and enter, grind hard, grind hard again.

He is actually just a simple man, with a beautiful wife in his arms, surrounded by babies, this life is enough. [

Tian Junhao's heart has never been so relaxed, love love has never been so comfortable.

She twisted her waist to match her, the delicate and firm feeling almost drove him crazy.

The tight feeling came from all directions, enveloping me hungrily.

At that moment, Tian Junhao wanted to roar loudly, not roaring in anger, but wanting to roar in happiness.

He wants to be able to see the wind, the water, the blue sky, and the white clouds, so that Tian Junhao can be so happy.

Thinking, he supported An Ying's waist, kneaded her sensitivity, and exercised harder.

Baby, with you, I have no regrets in this life.

Oh no, with you and a few babies, I will have no regrets in this life.

"Hao..." An Ying was in a daze, being trampled in his arms.

"Baby, you called me wrong again, you should be punished!" Tian Junhao held her in his arms, and a hot, numb and soft feeling spread in his body.

He bowed his head and pecked her fiercely before asking threateningly: "Baby, tell me, what should I call me?"

He loves those two words so much that he never tires of hearing them.

"Husband... um... no more..."

Tian Junhao knows every sensitive part of her body, as long as he gently teases An Ying, she will completely submit and lie softly under his body.

His desire is endless, as hard as steel, deeply penetrated into the deepest part of her.

"Wife, a woman should never say no, understand? We haven't given birth to a baby yet, how can we not?"

No, how can that work!

This matter has always been decided by him. The initiative is his, not her.

An Ying buried herself in his arms, her heart softened into a puddle of water. [

At the corner of his mouth, he smiled more and more gently.

She didn't speak, just clinging softly to him, her husband.