CEO, Let's Get Married

Misha looked at him. Her face gradually turned red and bit her lips. She put her hand around his shoulder and pulled his head down so that her lips would touch him.

She raised her lips and spilled a enchanting and beautiful smile, "then prove it to me..."

An Rong's eyes changed and he was ready to move.

In a low voice, he said, "you know, are you implying me?"

The smile on Misha's face bloomed more moving, and the blush on her cheeks became more and more tempting.

She leaned to his ear, "if... It's a man."

This sentence, no doubt like a time bomb, suddenly ignited all the repressed desires of Anrong.

He suddenly kissed her, put his hands around her slender waist and tightened his arms, as if to let her feel all his desires... To prove that he was a man and a man who loved her.

Misha slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled from time to time, clenched his hands, and quietly revealed her tension.

Anrong's kiss is not gentle, which is inconsistent with his calm appearance, and there is a trace of domineering all the time. It's a possessive desire for a beloved woman. It's very strong and primitive.

Because of his physical reasons, he didn't have a strong performance in sex, but Misha was different. His desire for her was completely a reaction that a normal man should have.

Misha is beautiful and sexy, but her green and astringent reaction makes Anrong understand what at once. Lift up the slightly red eyes, lock her with silky eyes, and his hoarse mouth, "will you... Regret it?"

Misha opened her eyes, her eyes twinkling.

In the face of Anrong at this time, she didn't say anything. Instead, she turned over and sat on his body with her hands on his chest. It was already a hot piece, not like the usual cool body temperature.

Her cheeks were red, she lowered her body, her chest was ready to come out, she looked at Ann Rong, her eyes became hot, and her breathing began to be disordered.

Misha's body was getting lower and lower. The two balls in front of her chest were soft and rubbed against his chest from time to time. She was extremely charming. Her eyes were full of invitations. Her fingers went around his chest and teased the hard nuts there from time to time. Again and again, she made an Rong blush and her chest fluctuated violently.

"What I should regret is that I didn't eat you earlier."

Anrong suddenly pulled her close and stuck her to his hot body. The corners of his mouth were filled with bewitchment, "who eats who, not necessarily."

As soon as the voice fell, his hands went around her back and caressed her pretty hips

Misha was wearing a short skirt and straddling on him. It was hard to hide the spring light. He took advantage of the trend to lift the skirt and put his palm directly on her hip

Misha's body shook, not just her cheeks, but her blush spread all over her body.

Feeling the plump feel under the palm, an Rong smiled with a very low voice, "it turns out that a woman's body is so easy to touch."

His words are pornographic and direct, but they don't make people feel obscene. But Misha, after all, experienced this kind of thing for the first time. Her face was already red and bleeding. She looked strong and stared at him, "touch it for the first time? Hum, who believes it! You haven't had close contact with your childhood sweetheart?"

As soon as she finished speaking, even she noticed a sour smell, not to mention Anrong?

His hand has been on her little ass, sometimes gently stroked, sometimes pinched a few times like a prank. Hearing her words, he smiled, "I'm not interested in that kind of thing. Naturally, I don't have any special ideas about women's bodies."

Misha stared. "You... You're not impotent, are you?"

The smile on an Rong's face was stiff and seemed to close his eyes reluctantly. His hands finally reluctantly left her fullness. Instead, he grabbed her hand and pressed it on the bulge between his legs

Misha was surprised. She just felt that there was an iron bar under her palm, hard, hot... Huge.

She reacted the next second and was scalded. Her hands quickly bounced away, "an Rong!"

Her reaction satisfied Anrong. He raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "are you satisfied with what you touch?"

Misha stared at him coyly and said, "what's there to be satisfied with? In terms of thickness, there's no ham thickness, hardness, carrot hardness, and length, there's nothing to be proud of?"

An Rong's eyebrows twitched fiercely. Is anyone like this?

Misha's face was red. She sat on him with an ambiguous posture. As soon as she touched her hair, she was talking about such an "in-depth" problem. It was almost time to "meet frankly"! Her heart beat faster. She would want to leave. I'm afraid the man under her won't let go.

She knew that she was playing with fire, but if she could make Anrong's fire more and more prosperous, put aside all her distractions and just want to live, she would rather turn into a moth to the fire.

This man, she only met after a circle, was willing to turn into ashes.

When she was distracted, she just felt that her underpants were suddenly torn open, torn to pieces a few times, thrown under the bed, and the air conditioning wind blew under her body, which was very cold.

"Hey! You..."

Misha was so embarrassed that she wanted to stretch out her hand to block the scenery there. An Rong raised one side of her lips, which was a bit evil. Her eyes were right there and had a panoramic view.

He took her first step and grabbed her hand. "I think it's better to verify it myself."

Misha Gulu swallowed her saliva and her heart beat faster. She wanted to say "who is afraid of who"! But when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them.

She has no experience in such things. Even if she has made a decision and said she is not nervous, it is a lie.

Anrong saw her uneasiness in his eyes. He pulled her down, put her in his arms, stroked her back and said softly, "Misha, you can leave right away."

He didn't want to destroy her.

Misha frowned, raised her head and stared at him, "I Misha don't have the habit of giving up halfway, let alone cooked ducks. Don't want to fly anywhere!"

With that, she immediately pulled open his shirt button, revealing his not strong chest. Then, she untied his trouser belt in some urgency. When she untied it, she saw the protrusion there. As soon as she gritted her teeth, she just stripped him completely

Anrong was frightened by her fierceness.

He never thought that one day he would be skinned into shrimps by a woman!

Stunned for a moment, he felt a little cool. An Rong returned to his senses and slowly made a voice, "... Can you not be too rude?"

Misha was so ashamed that she wanted to find a hole in the ground. She stared at him and said angrily, "I like to be rude. What?!"

An Rong listened, pursed his lips, turned his head aside and closed his eyes, "then... Come."