Depth of pampering: Poison tongue son loli mother

Ji Mo came over and approached her to the corner of the terrace. His back had already reached the railing. He propped up the wall with both hands, approaching her face condescendingly, his eyes shining with strange light.

"Bao'er, you are very brave. You tricked me once, and you want to do it again. Do you know how I deal with those who try to escape?"

"..." Mu Baoer was forced to have nowhere to escape by his powerful aura, and felt her bones go cold.

"I'll kill them all."

Ji Mo picked up a few strands of her wet hair, her skin, which was steamed pink by hot water, coupled with this pitiful trembling expression, could really arouse a man's desire, recalling that night A certain part of the body began to move and become hot.

Looking at her faintly terrified eyes, he laughed out loud, restrained his coldness, and smiled arrogantly.

"Don't be so scared. I'm just joking. Men should be more tolerant towards women. I'm not such an uninteresting man. Besides, you had an intimate relationship with me anyway. How could you be willing to kill you?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed the side of her ear, spraying hot breath on her neck.

Such an intimate move made Mu Baoer's face turn pale all of a sudden, she subconsciously wanted to push him away, but he held her tightly.

"Don't move, you don't want me to do it with you here!" The man's hoarse and magnetic voice was full of deep desire.

Mu Baoer's face turned paler, her chest was constricted, and her breathing became short of breath.

She felt Ji Mo's palm kneading her sensitive place through the thin pajamas, which made her tremble, and looked at him pleadingly.

Even though Ji Mo's face is full of lust, this man's face is still so evil and beautiful, with an incomparable arrogance.

Seeing her helpless expression, Ji Mo's mood instantly improved a lot. He lowered his head and held her face: "It's still very jerky. It seems that you don't have any other men during this time."

Mu Baoer bit her lip and turned her face away: "I'm not a casual person like you, what's the point of doing this kind of thing if you don't do it with someone you like."

It's just that she can't help herself. In her limited experience of men and women, she is always the one who is bullied and insulted.This kind of thing that a close lover would do, she was raped twice with a stranger, which made her feel extremely afraid and painful about this kind of thing.

I feel trembling when touched by a man, and I hate this kind of thing very much.

Ji Mo didn't take it seriously: "Men and women have always had different views on physical needs and emotional needs. For men, this kind of thing must be distinguished from feelings. If you can do it because of emotional needs, there is no place in this world. There will be many."

"So for you, any woman is fine? As long as it pleases you." Mu Baoer laughed, men are indeed lower body animals, and she is just something he uses to vent.

"Not any woman can do it, I'm very picky." Ji Mo smiled and lifted her chin, her eyes rolling, "But if I like it, whether you love me or not, it must be mine."

Does that mean she can never get rid of him unless he gets tired and offers to let her go?

Mu Baoer felt very painful when she thought of these things. Being disrespected and treated as a mistress is really a shame for a woman.

"What are you thinking, why is it so unbearable to follow me with such a painful expression? In fact, think about it from another angle, you can get a lot, and I won't treat you badly."