The sweet wife is too sweet: Husband, do you want a hug?

Chapter 119 Sweet Night (4)

There was a fiery light in his dark eyes, she opened her mouth and instinctively refused.

She has never done that kind of thing for a man, she doesn't know, doesn't understand, and is afraid.

She shook her head, knocked her upper teeth to her lower teeth, and stammered, "I, I don't want to... Mo Chiwei, don't force me..."

She could feel his need, but she really couldn't help him—

He was still clean, but she wasn't anymore.

Thinking of the first time she lost, she even felt a sense of inferiority and shame in front of him.

She couldn't imagine how he would think of her if he knew that she gave it to an old man for the first time!

Seeing her dodging eyes and feeling guilty, Mo Chiwei grabbed the back of her head, lowered his head, and kissed her lips hard.

This time, he did not kiss domineeringly, but with unprecedented tenderness.

A woman can resist domineering, but she can't resist the gentleness after being domineering.

This is equivalent to jujube after slapping, and it will feel sweeter and more delicious than usual.

He rubbed the thumbs of her hands on her pretty and delicate face, and his thin lips patiently traced the line of her lips. The light tobacco mixed with the refreshing fragrance of aftershave floated into the tip of his nose, full of strong male hormones .

If she was sensible, she should push him away.

However, her mind was in chaos.

The whole person has a feeling of floating in the clouds, unable to distinguish between reality and dreams.

In fact, she has always known that she cannot resist him, and has always been controlled by him.

She doesn't like this feeling of being involuntary, but she is bewitched by him again and again.

Seeing him holding her little hand and unfastening the metal buckle belt, she was so frightened that her heart jumped into her throat.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, she bit his thin lips.

His narrow eyes are as rich and dark as splashed ink, and there is a little scarlet on his lips, which looks sexy and dangerous, "I hope our marriage is not the cooperative relationship you said, let alone not doing each other, you don't like it now I'm okay, but we need to understand each other and develop further, if there is a hundred steps between us, you take one step, and the other 99 steps, I will take it."

His voice was low and hoarse, and with that handsome face that became more masculine after being infected with lust, she felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

In fact, Mo Chiwei is not a man who attaches great importance to sex. He used to think that he was rational and ascetic. He watched his good brothers and girlfriends change one after another, but he never indulged or fell into female sex.

Even if there is a physical impulse, it can be restrained extremely calmly.

But since he was actively seduced by her, after the two of them had that kind of intimacy, from time to time, he would have the feeling of being covered with clouds and rain together that night.

This is probably the essence of food.

It is difficult to restrain this feeling of death.

He had already untied the belt, took her hand, and covered it.

She resisted the urge to scream, trying to withdraw her hand.

It's too hot.

He clung to her ear, and his hoarse voice came to the cochlea, "Take your first step, huh?"

The hot breath spilled into the sensitive place, and her whole body became stiff and tense.

Seeing the thin layer of sweat on his forehead, the suppressed and forbearing expression on his handsome face, he said in a trembling voice, "But, but I won't..."

"Well, I'll teach you."

(End of this chapter)