Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

The next second, her body was suddenly pulled into his arms.

The hot embrace made her heart tremble.

Ximen Longting lowered his face, found her lips, and repeatedly ravaged her lips hotly.

The smell of wine passed through his lips and teeth, dyed with a special fragrance...

Ximen Longting couldn't help himself, and kissed her again and again.

So fanatical, it seems to be venting.

The male hand lifted her skirt, explored between her legs, rubbing her sensitive areas.

Jing Jiaren's slender legs were separated and wrapped around his waist.

She actually had a C-section, so no injuries there...

It was possible to have a relationship a long time ago. It was Ximen Longting who wanted to wait until the wedding night.

Familiar pleasure spread all over her body.

Jing Jiaren wrapped around him tightly, tensing her fingers: "Ximen Longting..."

This voice seemed to suddenly wake up Ximen Longting who was intoxicated.

His body stood up straight like steel, and under the light, he stroked her long hair and looked at her plain face, the lips that were red and swollen from his kiss were slightly parted, full of water.

Ximen Longting's eyebrows were tightly raised.

Jing Jiaren's flames had just been provoked, but the man suddenly stopped.

Jing Jiaren rubbed impatiently, looking at him with blurred eyes.

The two long legs were still wrapped around his waist, and he held her lightly and firmly with only one hand.

Ximen Longting withdrew his hands between her legs, and carried her into the room.

Jing Jiaren leaned softly on his shoulder.

Just now she thought that Ximen Longting would be on the balcony, press her against the floor-to-ceiling windows, and penetrate him fiercely...

The picture of him once possessing her, I can't help but keep thinking about it.

Jing Jiaren's cheeks were a little flushed, damn it, she didn't expect her to be so indulgent.

He even began to miss the strength and madness of Ximen Longting before.

The big hand swept the things off the desk.

Jing Jiaren was placed on the desk, his body stretched her legs across and pressed against her tightly.

Jing Jiaren snorted suddenly, Ximen Longting actually pulled her panties aside and poured them into her body heavily...

Undefended.

"Well……"

The hot passion is burning.

……

In the morning, Jing Jiaren's whole body was covered with traces of ravages, lying in Ximen Longting's arms.

The two squeezed together on the small love seat, Ximen Longting's long legs were stretched out, and Jing Jiaren was stacked on top of him.

Two people who are closely connected are like two spoons stacked together.

Last night, the drunk Ximen Longting indulged the beast in his body...

Swallow Jing Jiaren madly, time and time again, asking for nothing.

He hadn't been this wild with her since they were honest about their feelings for each other.

Compared with the gentle Ximen Longting, she prefers his rough ~ violent.

But the tragedy is that when Jing Jiaren woke up, she couldn't remember what happened yesterday...

With large and small hickey marks all over her body, she was tortured so weak that she fell asleep comfortably using Ximen Longting as a human flesh pad.

The torn skirts were thrown everywhere, and the space was full of the smell of love~lust.

Jing Jiaren's mind went blank, she didn't remember that she and Ximen Longting went crazy all night?

To be more precise, her memory of yesterday was blank.

"Ximen Longting, wake up, wake up..."

Ximen BOSS hugged her with his left arm, the bronze skin contrasted sharply with her white tenderness, and his right hand, which was wearing a ring and bracelet, was tightly intertwined with her fingers.