Doting Your Wife to Heaven: The Return of the Rich Family

He was just talking casually to tease her. He likes to see her blushing little face and staring at him with her almond eyes, which is very cute.

Unexpectedly, her body froze, and she relaxed in an instant, "Okay."

It was his turn to be dumbfounded, and turned her body to look carefully, only to see her smiling sweetly, with a hint of shyness between her brows and eyes, and she was so beautiful under the light.

All of a sudden, his heart was beating like thunder, his voice was a little dry, "Really?"

Her little face was slightly red, and she looked away in embarrassment, "Fake."

Before he finished speaking, his body was lifted into the air, and the man's deep and hoarse voice rang in his ears. "It's too late, don't regret it."

If he endured it any longer, he would no longer be a man.

Qingting was startled, her heart was beating wildly, and she was thinking of excuses in a panic, "Hey, Leng Qirui, you're hurt..."

"To shut up."

With a heavy kick from his heel, he closed the bedroom door. He swiftly rushed to the big bed and put her on the bed. Before she could react in a dizzy way, her tall body leaned over her, pinched her small chin with his left hand, and pressed her hot lips against it. When it came down, it was different from the previous self-restraint. This time, it was fanatical and domineering, with a trace of reckless determination, as strong as a flame, vowing to burn the world.

She seemed to be hit by an electric current, her whole body was limp and numb, she was a little afraid of what was about to happen, "Don't do this, I..."

Although he was prepared and knew that he would not hurt her, he was still inexplicably nervous.

"Which? Is this so?" The body pressed her firmly, and the nimble tongue licked her lips lightly, like a feather brushing, and as soft as a butterfly kiss, but she was not allowed to escape.

Her whole body was as limp as a pool of spring water, her head was blank, and she let him do whatever he wanted, stirring her senses upside down, her hands powerlessly clinging to his neck, panting weakly.

He looked at the girl with slightly closed eyes and a blushing face under him, his blood was boiling, all the blood was rushing to one place, clamoring to bite her into his belly, he was clearly no longer a green young man, but a love scene with ease among the flowers The prodigal son, but facing her, he couldn't control his emotions, arousing the wildest desire and desire in his heart.

It was as if a fire was burning inside his body, it hurt his whole body like a dynamite bag, he wanted to swallow her in one bite, but he didn't dare to use force, for fear of hurting her, he put one hand into her Inside the clothes, she caressed carefully and piously. Wherever she went, the clothes faded away, revealing the snow-white skin, the small and exquisite snow peaks, and the unbearably slender waist...

The tip of the tongue licked and licked lightly, very solemnly and gently, as if it was a kind of worship, but also like a ritual, leaving his traces and his taste on every inch of skin.

Qingting's body gradually heated up, blinking her big misty eyes, misty, crimson and charming, "I'm afraid..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." The kiss went down little by little, the chin, neck, and breasts... hot sweat rolled down on the pink and tender body, burning hot.

She stared at him blankly, a strange and unfamiliar feeling surged up, her limbs melted, she wanted to push him away, but also wanted to hug him tightly...

"Tingting, help me undress." The man's whole body was tense and sweat was pouring down like rain.

She reached out her hand as if possessed by a demon, and clumsily helped him get rid of the restraints until there was no obstacle between the two. The delicate suet-like touch made his blood pulse, and he was sweating profusely, "Tingting, give it to me, okay?" good?"