0°C lingering: Mr. Leng's new wife at midnight

Zheng Keyun's outstanding movements made Xia Ruoqi tremble all over, and slowly opened her eyes...

She blinked in a daze, and was still a little unable to recover, not knowing where she was at the moment.

After a few seconds of delay, Xia Ruoqi remembered that she had accompanied Zheng Keyun to the audio-visual room just now.

"Zheng Keyun? What are you doing? Didn't you say you want to watch a movie? How about this—" Xia Ruoqi's words stopped suddenly!

Because, Zheng Keyun could no longer restrain himself, let out a low growl from his throat, and started a strong rhythm! [

Xia Ruoqi was dumbfounded!

She never thought that Zheng Keyun would...

Didn't he say he wants to watch a movie, how...do...do it?

Xia Ruoqi was speechless!

She didn't know what to say at this time.

I don't even know when he took off her clothes, and when he pushed that, that, into his body...

She has a cold now and has a fever!

Can't this guy be a little restrained?Even in the audio-visual room, also...

Because of his powerful movements, bursts of pain came from the center of the legs, but Xia Ruoqi was not in a good mood, and slowly frowned.

"Uncomfortable?" Zheng Keyun asked hoarsely, and the hand on her waist slowly slid down to the place where the two of them intersected, gently pressing and twisting, drawing out more of her spring tide, which made people feel uncomfortable. The movement between the two is smoother.

"...No, it's not..." Xia Ruoqi bit her lip and replied tremblingly, a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Don't bite yourself so hard." Zheng Keyun moved his thin lips over and pecked Xia Ruoqi's lips a few times. His slightly gasping breath got very close and sprayed on her face, completely surrounding her.

"But, but... um..." Xia Ruoqi wanted to speak, but the intense joy coming from her legs made her unable to speak normally, and could only sob and moan along with his rhythm...

The soft moans echoed in the quiet audio-visual room, making people think...

After the passion...

Xia Ruoqi lay limp in Zheng Keyun's arms, her long closed eyelashes trembling slightly.

Zheng Keyun first hooked up the thin quilt to cover Xia Ruoqi who was sweating all over, then raised his head, and nibbled Mosuo on her lips with nostalgia, sharing the aftertaste of passion.

In the huge audio-visual room, only their slightly heavy panting, and the subtle sounds of their lips and teeth intertwined...