Madam, Mr. Fu went to see the men's department again.

Rong Yan straightened up and sat on Fu Jingsheng's hand, making him unable to move.

The man's eyebrows rose: "With your small body, you still want to hold me down?" He easily pulled out his hand.

Hukou held the woman's shoulders and gently pushed her down on the sofa. Rong Yan faced Fu Jingsheng. The man's face was cut half-dark by the sun. An evil smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his pupils were locked on Rong Yan. The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the voice was beguiling: "

Face control plus voice control plus Adam's apple control, Rong Yan looked at Fu Jingsheng slowly leaning down, and suddenly lost her direction.

She raised her legs, hooked Fu Jingsheng, and stroked the man's Adam's apple with her fingers: "Fu Jingsheng, you look so - lustful."

Rong Yan has the feeling that the most perfect male protagonist in her novel has come into reality.

He lifted her chin, put his tongue against her cheek, lowered his eyes and asked, "How lustful are you? Are you overwhelmed by just one look?"

"No." Rong Yan denied.

Fu Jingsheng checked down: "What is this?"

Pass out, Rong Yan. The woman closed her eyes and despised herself in her heart. She said no, but before the foreplay even started, she made up the scene in her mind and had such a strong reaction. It was so embarrassing.

His hands reflected in the sun, Fu Jingsheng smiled evilly, and his fingertips slid across Rong Yan's neck: "What is it?"

Rong Yan closed the curtains with her voice control, and Fu Jingsheng's gloating expression and the things in his hands were finally no longer visible in the dark room.

She grabbed the man's hand and threw it aside: "Don't make trouble, just seize the time if you want."

Fu Jingsheng took off his shirt, picked up Rong Yan and brought her to him: "Kiss me."

Rong Yan knew that Fu Jingsheng liked to kiss harder. In order to retaliate against the man who laughed at her, she deliberately touched her like a dragonfly, and licked her tongue from time to time, as if it was tickling, making Fu Jingsheng seem to be bitten by dozens of insects. .

"Rong Yan, be more serious." The man was afraid that he would laugh, so he ordered his wife.

Rong Yan obviously didn't listen. She moved this way and that with less and less strength. She reached out to both sides of his waist and started scratching him.

Fu Jingsheng couldn't hold back anymore and laughed out loud: "Itchy...itchy...hahaha..."

The man who had broken his gong suddenly softened somewhere.

Rong Yan had no intention of stopping and moved her tongue to the man's waist. Fu Jingsheng took a pillow to block herself.

"Don't make trouble with Rong Yan." Fu Jingsheng slowed down, pressed Rong Yan down, held the woman's arms together with one hand, and raised them above her head, "You are actually teasing me, let's see how I can make you beg for mercy."

After saying this, he covered the woman's breast with his other hand, bit the other side with his teeth, and rubbed it in 360 circles with just the right amount of force.

Rong Yan straightened her legs, bit her lip, and raised her chin to enjoy it.

Hearing the moan coming from the woman's teeth, Fu Jingsheng suddenly stopped, got off the sofa, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

Rong Yan waited for a minute and saw that the man didn't move. She opened her eyes and said, "Is this the end?"

The smoke ring rose slowly, covering the man's face that was flushed with desire. He deliberately smoked to calm down so that Rong Yan could beg him.

"Well, let's smoke afterwards." Fu Jingsheng said calmly, holding the cigarette butt between his slender fingers and shaking it.

But how can Rong Yan release her desire that was just lifted?

She pulled Fu Jingsheng with her little hands and twisted her body: "I want more."

"What do you want?" the man asked knowingly. As he spoke, he blew a puff of cigarette into the woman's face. He crossed his legs, deliberately not letting Rong Yan see his unyielding desire.

Rong Yan poked the man's thigh: "I want this."

"Legs?" Fu Jingsheng stretched out his toes, "Here."

"I want a third leg." Rong Yan said in a low voice.

Fu Jingsheng put out his cigarette butt, took the woman's arm and sat between his legs.

Rong Yan touched the bulging thing and stood up quickly. As soon as the soles of her feet touched the ground, Fu Jingsheng picked her up and straddled Rong Yan.

Fu Jingsheng opened the curtains, and the bright sunshine shone on the two of them. The two faced each other in an ambiguous posture. Rong Yan swallowed and blushed to the roots of her ears.

"It's better to close it." Rong Yan said with half-squinted eyes.

"It doesn't matter, I want to take a good look at you." After saying that, the man bent his waist, turned his head, and kissed Rong Yan's neck.

An electric shock-like feeling quickly spread throughout her body. Rong Yan's hands unconsciously climbed up the man's back. She tightened her fingers and leaned as close to the man as possible.

"Let's do it first." Fu Jingsheng couldn't bear it any more and took off Rong Yan's clothes. The moment the two of them came together, the man couldn't help but say, "Well, it feels so comfortable."

Fu Jingsheng suddenly stood up and walked to the sink. He deliberately asked Rong Yan to face the mirror.

"Hold your legs closer." The man hugged the woman.

"You want to stand?" Rong Yan took a breath. Who said that her waist was going to be broken two days ago, but now she is challenging the difficulty again.

Fu Jingsheng seemed unaware, and held up Rong Yan. The woman felt like she was about to fall, but was pulled back instantly.

It was hard to stand, and within a few minutes Rong Yan begged Fu Jingsheng to hurry up.

The man leaned against the sink and moved faster and faster.

Rong Yan's voice was so hoarse that she could no longer make a sound. Her fingertips scratched marks on the man's back, and she released them soon after.

In the mirror, the woman's hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her face, her hands hung limply by her sides, her chin rested on the man's shoulder, and she gasped for air.

Thinking it was over, the woman slowly came down to get dressed, but Fu Jingsheng held her in his arms without letting go at all.

The man directly took the shower head and flushed the lower bodies of the two of them. After wiping them with a towel, he took Rong Yan back to the room and started a new round of attack.

Rong Yan lay on the soft big bed and looked at Fu Jingsheng in disbelief: "Are you coming?"

"Twice in a row?" The woman pulled up the quilt and stood between the two of them. Is this person staying up all day?

Fu Jingsheng propped his elbows on the bed and looked at Rong Yan steadily: "Make up for yesterday's work, and the time just now was too short."

"Fu Jingsheng, sex is not a competition, how can there be so many standards?" Rong Yan crossed her legs, not giving the man a chance to take advantage of her.

But she underestimated Fu Jingsheng.

The man took a bottle of drink and drank it in one breath: "I just saw that you were a little unfinished."

"No way." Rong Yan denied.

"Fifteen minutes is too short. I feel like I can't do it anymore." The man looked at the time.

He took out the toy from under the pillow: "Have a good time on the bed."

"Fu Jingsheng, find a class, otherwise your battery will not be used up." Rong Yan moved to the end of the bed. She knew that no matter what she said, as long as Fu Jingsheng flirted a little, she would be the one who wanted him first in the end.

So Fu Jingsheng couldn't be touched, so Rong Yan rolled over and rolled herself into the quilt.

The man slowly turned on the toy and put it on Rong Yan's shoulder.

Hmm~ Why is this thing so comfortable to massage? Rong Yan was distracted for a moment, and the hand holding the quilt loosened. Fu Jingsheng easily lifted the quilt and threw it to the ground.

The woman lay naked.