The President's Deep Kiss: The Little Woman by the Pillow

When Enson felt that the girl was ready, he sent himself to the entrance of her body. She grabbed his shoulder, and her fingers trembled slightly, which made him tremble too, so he stood up and entered completely.

When he filled her body, it seemed that he also filled her heart.

From that moment on, all of her heart was his existence, and she murmured his name, causing him to run wildly and endlessly in her body.

Ling Momo's whole body was covered with pink sweat, her body temperature was rising due to their joy|love, even when he withdrew, she felt uncomfortable, only his hard body was inside her body. Only then did she feel good and satisfied.

Make | Love, this kind of thing, only when there is love, it will feel the most when it is made. [

If there is no love, what is done is just sex, pure venting, just like the mating of animals, although it is hearty, it can't reach the bottom of my heart at all.

Ling Momo and Enson have done it many times now, and they are already familiar with the road, and the initial discomfort and discomfort have faded away. What is left now is always enjoyment. Ling Momo's voice softened in Enson's She squirmed around her body, rubbing her little head against the pillow, and occasionally a strand of hair brushed against his skin. This kind of temptation was natural. Her voice was low and soft like a potion, which made him insert it The range of motion of her body became larger and larger.

His breath was heavy, and when it sprayed on her skin, it was hot, as if it could burn her delicate skin at any time.

Ling Momo finally collapsed from exhaustion. She just opened her eyes, endured it, and fell into a semi-comatose state with a whimper.

In the dark, she couldn't see his face clearly, but she knew that he was the one she loved.

Her body began to twitch, and it had reached its peak, and he accelerated accordingly. Such a scene made her lose her mind, staring at him and involuntarily began to fantasize about his face.

Thinking, thinking, a peerless appearance appeared in Ling Momo's mind, with cold brows and eyes, thin red lips, and delicate outlines, such a beauty, like a picture that does not exist in the world.

Ling Momo was engrossed in thinking for a long time before realizing that the owner of this face was——Li Qingshen!

Ling Momo's eyes widened instantly, and she instantly woke up from the lust that had made her intoxicated.

The embarrassment that made her forget for a short time, once again made her feel confused.

Enson finished, hugged Ling Momo and kept kissing, feeling came again, dragged Ling Momo to continue for the second time, Ling Momo was preoccupied and absent-minded, let Enson put her body in thousands of postures, The postures are complicated, but she still can't get into the state, and even at the end, she really loses any interest. Once the dry enson below enters, both of them hurt.

Enson could only stop, hugged her, kissed her, tried to tease her interest, but in vain, he gently blew in her ear, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

Ling Momo knew that it was her fault, so she felt a little guilty, closed her eyes, and murmured: "Tired>

Her voice was as thin as a kitten's, which made Enson feel distressed and softened. Thinking of this more than a month, he has been pulling her to do it every day, sometimes once a night, sometimes three times a night, no wonder she is so tired.