In this posture, Wen Yi couldn’t see the expression on his face, and didn’t know what he was going to do. Some senses were so unconsciously magnified. This time she had no room for struggle.
Mo Shichen asked her twice on the sofa, and there was another fierce struggle and suppression during the intermission. In the end, Wen Ye’s physical strength was far less than that of the man, so he gave up.
After she was “behaved”, Mo Shichen finally felt that the space on the sofa was not convenient for her to use. He untied the straps that trapped her hands, then hugged her horizontally and returned to the double bed in the bedroom. Go up, k!ss without a destination.
He likes her skin very much. It is fair and soft, has a very good touch, and is strong, and it is easy to leave marks. Seeing those shallow silt with uneven depth, he has a kind of morbid desire to be enchanted. With temperament, she burned this trace all over her body.
The night was sinking, muddled.
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