Evelyn was like a fish on a fish hook in an instant, struggling, but his hands were caught by him, and he was squatting on his head. She turned her head and tried to escape. His k!ss was like a shadow, and he could not hide.
The damp and hot tongue tipped straight into the air, arbitrarily invading, plundering her breath and disturbing her thoughts.
She gradually became physically weak and some of them softened.
He let go of her hand, clasped her waist, lifted her up and clung to herself.
There was a lot of ambiguity in the eyes, but I just wanted to scare her, but I didn’t expect it to become so out of hand. The heat of the body made him more and more anxious, and he was eager to find a place to vent.
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