Madam Dihao is not good

, a woman lying on her side, the man half-rolled one of her legs, and entered from behind.

Chanel's face burned instantly, and the mattress beside her began to sink

Su Shijie lay down beside her, pulled her down, and made her half-lying.

"Do you like this pose?" He stared at the screen and asked her.

Chanel had already looked away, trying to escape, but he was holding her shoulders. [

His breath was exuding hotly, teasing her, and she felt that as long as he approached, her slightly extinguished desire would be rekindled.

Suddenly her legs were pulled up, Su Shijie held his top, gently rubbed her private parts, and slowly entered.

Chanel's body stiffened instantly.

Step by step.

Until, the body is completely filled.

He gently supported her, gently withdrew, and then entered...

Chanel's body shook slightly, she bit her lower lip tightly, unwilling to make a sound.

But the joy of body and mind made her very comfortable and comfortable.

She never thought that she would desire his body so much.When he entered her, they fit together tightly, and she felt that they were no longer strangers, as if they were pulled closer from the two ends of the earth in an instant.

He knows her so well.

Know where her every pleasure is, and please her to the fullest.And she also knows what kind of reaction she should make to make him like her more...

In bed, they are a match made in heaven.

"Xiner, Xiner, Xiner..."

When the passion was high, he speeded up the frequency, couldn't help calling her name, turned her body over, but the body was still connected, and his kisses fell on her face densely.

Her thoughts became clouded.

With his hands hooked around his neck, the clear pupils gleamed with water, staring at him blankly.

Only at this time, the way she looked at him was tender, without alienation or hatred...

When he was about to climax, he couldn't help himself: "Call me."

Chanel pursed her lips and refused to speak. [

He stopped, stopped at the highest point, looked at her deeply: "Call me."

Chanel whispered unbearably: "Su Shijie..."

He frowned: "Wrong. What am I yours?"

"husband."

"Come closer."

"Husband...?" This was the first time she used these two words to address him.

I usually call him by his first name, but when I get angry, I sarcastically call him Mr. Su or Young Master Su.