Madam Dihao is not good

I. "

His tone was firm, and there was an unquestionable look in his eyes, as if telling her: With him around, she would be safe.

Chanel tentatively let go, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Su Shijie put his arms around her waist with one hand, and climbed the handrail by the pool with the other, tightly imprisoning her between the edge of the pool and his chest.

He took her legs, wrapped them around his strong waist, and slowly entered...[

Breaking through the barrier of water, they fit closely with each other.

Chanel felt that her body was erratic, as if floating in mid-air, without weight, but her body was full.

It was a strangely pleasurable feeling.

Su Shijie began to move slowly.

The water flow kept turbulent with his twitching, the body was ups and downs, only hugging him tightly with all her strength, Chanel put all her strength on Su Shijie's body.

In a daze, she wanted to ask for more.

"Do you want to hurry up?" He seemed to have read her mind.

Chanel bit her lip, turned her face away, but gasped because he continued to grind slowly.

If this continues, she thinks she will die...

"Su Shijie..." she whispered, "Yes."

"Can what?"

"faster……"

He responded almost immediately, deepening and aggravating, the pool water was mixed with liquid, overflowed at their junction, and merged into the clear pool...

I have to admit that Su Shijie is very talented in this aspect.

Every time he can think of the freshest tricks, the strangest places, the strangest poses...

Bring her all kinds of flying feelings.

After finishing, Su Shijie pulled on his swimming trunks, went ashore, and handed her the bath towel.

Chanel went ashore with a big bath towel, her face was still rosy and shy, shining with the luster of having just experienced lust.

Her legs were still a little weak, and her body was also flimsy, as if she was still in the water. Su Shijie hugged her and was about to walk into the house when Chanel suddenly remembered something and screamed! [

Su Shijie turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

"My bag, my phone!"

The satchel she was carrying was gone, the cell phone