Madam Dihao is not good

Sikong Zeye grabbed her hand violently and pressed it on top of her head.Before she expected it, hot and hard desire squeezed into her body without hesitation...

Bai Yunshang frowned, Shen Yin's voice was blocked by his more lingering kiss.

The body is swollen to the full...

This time, Sikong Zeye's actions were not rough at all, although Bai Yunshang felt that he was impatient.

He was as gentle as he could be, wanted to meet her needs, and would keep asking her questions.For example, "A little darker or a little lighter", "How about this speed?", "Is it comfortable..."[

Although Bai Yunshang is bold, she still cannot break away from the tradition of Chinese women in her bones.

Every time he asked this kind of question, she would feel a little embarrassed, as if the answer was to expose the most secret place in her heart to him, so she wanted to say nothing and deal with it.

But Sikong Zeye is like a studious student, the teacher must give the most correct answer...

"Why don't you talk? I'm making you uncomfortable?"

He changed to another frequency, and his voice was hoarse like never before: "Would this be more comfortable?"

"..."

"Or do you prefer this way? Yunshang..."

Bai Yunshang was tormented almost to death by him: "Don't... change around..."

Just after getting used to one of his frequencies, he changed again, just after falling in love with one of his postures, he changed again!

"Then tell me, what do you like?"

In the past, Sikong Zeye only cared about meeting his own needs, and he was purely venting on her. He was used to machismo, and he used to care about his own feelings when playing with women.In addition, he is very confident in this aspect of himself, because any woman under him will die of death.

However, this cannot be a reason for him to demand blindly from Bai Yunshang.

He is the pinnacle of joy in his relationship with her, and now he hopes that she can share the same feelings with him...

Fingers clasped tightly together.

The temperature in the car rose to such a level that both of them were sweating profusely.

Bai Yunshang's long hair was tangled: "I...don't know, I haven't thought about this problem..."

"It's okay, you can think about it slowly, we'll change our thinking as we go..." His voice became hoarse again, "Or, we change our pattern every day, and you experience your favorite way."