【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

The fabric of the square scarf is not too thick, and even if it is folded several layers, it cannot completely block the light. In addition, the girl's mountain roots are not low, which will create a small gap under the eyes, allowing light to penetrate.

Even so, the girl didn't understand how they ended up kissing and kissing on the soft bed.

The bed sank into the shape of two people, and even because it fell too eagerly, it rebounded a little, throwing the two people up and down, causing the two bodies that were originally close to each other to briefly separate for a moment, and then Feel each other more closely.

Dotore's teeth may indeed be a bit sharp, because when he bites his neck, there is indeed a fine, sharp pain.

There is no doubt that the place where he bit and sucked left a very deep red mark.

Because after Dotore's lips and teeth left, his tongue rubbed that spot with special affection, and he let out a satisfied "tsk".

Then Dotore stood up——

But this doesn't mean it's over.

The sound of clothes falling to the floor and the sound of breathing were intertwined. It seemed that the sound was more ambiguous and charming than the picture. The girl blushed just listening to it. It was clear that she could not see the current situation, but she turned her head away in shame. .

When Dotore came close to him again, he already had an even hotter body temperature. What the girl subconsciously reached out to hold against was no longer the cold material on the surface, but the strong and hot muscles underneath.

He did not choose to hook up the girl's neckline, but followed the smooth and soft fabric of the dress all the way up, tracing the corners of the girl's lips and the bridge of her nose, and finally put his fingers on the square scarf.

What he meant was self-evident, and he didn't even need to ask "is it okay?" for the girl to understand.

But the girl is not really stupid after all. She doesn't want to ruin the atmosphere at this time and disrupt her plan.

So she took the initiative to take Dotore's hand that was placed on her eyes, interlocked with his fingers, and then fumbled and held Dotore's shoulders, completing the exchange of situations between the two.

Although Dotore had been deliberately letting the girl move, when he changed positions and settled the frame, he still inevitably stopped breathing for a moment, and the muscles in his whole body tensed and relaxed, and then a strange numbing feeling gathered in his body. One place to go.

"...You have to know you're wearing a skirt."

"Ah." The girl responded nonchalantly, relying on her voice to touch Dotore's mouth, but that was not her ultimate goal. Those small hands scratched Dotore's chin, and then gave it a slightly forced lift, forcing Dotore to raise his head.

The girl's hand did not stop there, but continued to move, pressing down on Dotore's protruding, undulating Adam's apple.

This is not over yet. After locking the position of Adam's apple, the girl's fingers only lightly teased her and then left. Just when Dotore wanted to take a look at the situation, he felt the warm palm of his hand, holding it tightly. own throat.

The girl held Dotore's chest with one hand, and held Dotore's neck with the other hand.

His slender fingers rested on Dotore's aorta, dipping slightly, feeling the beating underneath.

This action does not require much force, but it can effectively prevent the person below from escaping. Even if there is a certain strength gap, it can still ensure the posture of the person above.

What's more, now, Dotore is still deliberately letting the girl guide everything.

The girl's hand slowly tightened, and the strength in her hand was very methodical.

What Dotore felt was first a sense of insignificant pressure, then the suffocation caused by the constriction of his organs. His breathing was not calm, and he unconsciously opened his mouth in search of more oxygen. Finally, he was suffocated. The feeling occupied the high ground of the senses inch by inch. Even Dotore couldn't help but tighten his muscles, and even his waist tended to straighten up.

There was a moment of blankness in the brain, and then a large amount of air rushed into the nasal cavity and rushed into the lungs. Physiological tears also overflowed from Dotore's eyes at this time, moistening his eyelashes.

In his blurred vision, those crystal-clear, beautiful blue eyes appeared in front of him again, making Dotore, who had just been on the verge of death, feel like he was in another world, and he forgot to react for a moment.

"..."

The girl had already taken off the kerchief from her eyes, letting it fall from her hair and shoulders to Dotore's body, becoming his decoration.

At this time, her eyes were stained with a little lust, and there was also an indescribable joy and dripping. A certain pride that was different from those in power shone in her eyes——

sexy.

Dotore rarely uses sexy to describe a person or a body shape, after all, he has seen enough. I'm afraid the last time he felt sexy was a sharp sentence in an obscure book.

But at this moment, with tears in her eyes and lust in her eyes, the girl's eyes made him unable to think of a second word besides sexy.

Objectively speaking, it is no exaggeration to say that the girl's figure is just right, and not "sexy" with exaggerated proportions as the public thinks.

However, what Dotore considered "sexy" at this time had nothing to do with the girl's figure, but her eyes——

Dotore is used to control, and with his ability he can indeed control most things. Even if he is his boss, the Winter Queen will not restrict him too much and gives him enough freedom and power.

But this is Dotore, but he is willing to sink in that look and give himself full control over it.

So he put his two hands together and stretched out towards the girl:

"Do you want to be tied up?"

"..."

No sleep for one night.

It was a chaotic night. When the two of them woke up and looked at it again, it seemed that everything was not placed where it should be, and everything was out of place for its original purpose.

For example, the square scarf was tied around Dotore's neck when the two of them woke up, and it was pulled tightly.

Looking back at the girl, the skirt she put on yesterday is still on her body. Even though the hanging fabric is messy, it does not leave any wrinkles. But as long as you peel off a corner of the fabric, you can see the colorful traces underneath, and there are even some traces of it. There are suspicious teeth marks.

It was probably the kind of place where teeth marks would never be left unless it was intentional.

Dotore's body wasn't exactly peaceful, there were even a few red handprints on his neck, overlapping with each other. It was a bit awkward when put together with his satisfied expression, but it wasn't that incomprehensible.

"Hmm...Dotore."

The girl grabbed Dotore's shoulders and lay next to Dotore's ear. The excitement from last night had not yet faded away. She bit Dotore's thin ear very dishonestly:

"Are there going to be meteors these days?"