Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting was stunned for a moment, his eyes deep.

Only then took her seriously.

Her little blush was abnormal, and her eyes were foggy, a little confused.

It looks like... it looks like the first time I met.

He subconsciously looked at the empty bowl on the coffee table: "Who made the soup?"

Su Xiangwan tilted his head and thought about it carefully: "Mom made it."

The blue veins on Mu Beiting's forehead stood up, and he cursed secretly, **** it.

Su Xiangwan would be too hot, and raised his hand to unbutton two shirts.

The large shirts were originally separated and loosened, which would make the spring light in the chest looming.

Su Xiangwan turned around, seemingly uncomfortable, and straddling his lap, tightly hugging his waist with little soft hands: "Mu Beiting...Are you hot?"

He lowered his eyes to look at her.

Her thighs were close to his body, and he could even imagine how slippery she was, just separated by a layer of his pants.

She raised her head, her eyes fell on his thin lips, and she swallowed lightly.

My mouth feels more dry.

I really want to bite...

How to do.

Want to kiss him.

She straddled his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him actively.

He was stiff all over, and the sultry breath of her was all over him.

"Late late..."

As soon as he spoke, her tongue slid in mischievously as he was before.

She smiled and said, "You are so soft."

He breathed a little harder, unable to control himself.

She lowered her eyes slightly, followed his lips and kissed his chin, then lowered her head and bit his apple.

He moved very slowly, rubbing her skin repeatedly.

Su Xiangwan felt a little uncontrollable, licked and kissed on his shoulder blades for a while, then reached out and began to pull at his clothes that got in the way: "It's so annoying..."

I solved it for a long time, but didn't untie a button.

She tore up a little irritably.

Although the strength was not great, she ripped off a few buttons.

She breathed harder and harder, her eyes were stained with strong lust, and her little hand repeatedly touched his chest.

His kiss was surging and looted frantically in her mouth.

She is not wearing underwear.

He snorted, breathing harder and harder.

The temperature in the room is getting higher and higher, like dry wood and raging fire.

He is anxious, she is more anxious than him.

Su Xiangwan's voice was full of crying: "Give me..."

His voice was soft and waxy, and his bones were numb.

Pressing her under him, a thin layer of sweat oozes from his forehead, but he has the thought of teasing her.

Suppressing the crazily clamoring desire, he asked in a low voice, "What will I give you."

Su Xiangwan bit his lip and looked at him aggrievedly, his lips red.

He smiled and looked at the people under him, his eyes full of doting.

Su Xiangwan only felt that she was on the verge of collapse, the emptiness of her body collided with her intellect wave after wave, and it was unspeakable.

"Mu Beiting...Give it to me." Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her eyelashes were stained with mist.

"Yep?"

"I want to..." she whispered, her breathing hot.

He kissed her lips, touched the lap of her clothes restlessly with his big hand, and wandered around her leg.

She trembled lightly all over, almost crying in discomfort.

But he wanted to tease her, bit her earlobe, and whispered the tip of his tongue repeatedly, and whispered in a bewildered voice: "Please."