Madam escaped

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For a long time, until she reached the door of the house, she turned around and hugged me, and told me softly and choked up.

I really want to tell her, silly girl, me too!

After all, the words did not come out, because I said something else.

"Is this enough? Our love has just begun, and the sweetness now will not account for us in the days to come. In the future, we will be sweeter and happier than now. I hope that in ten or twenty years or even After a long time, you can still tell me that you and I are very happy together!"

Under the moonlight, her clean eyes were particularly shining, following my words, filled with tears, as if her happiness was too much to hold through tears, dripping...

"Ling Long, I love you!"

She spoke affectionately, lowered her head, and kissed me deeply, and the emotions all over her body were conveyed to me through the vigorous sucking in her kiss, making me feel her full passion, which is full of love, only love!

We slept in my room, and on the large open space next to my bed, there was still the imprint of when I was extremely panicked and bored when I splashed the paint to vent freely, the blood-like red streaks, after many times of cleaning and rubbing , has faded a lot, but you can still see the unbearable situation at that time through the large-scale puffs that diverge irregularly.

She stood and watched where I was painting for a long time, and when I washed up, I saw tears in her eyes.

I walked over and hugged her deeply. It was cool in the early spring night. She was only wearing my thin long gown as a nightgown. Under the fabric was her well-proportioned body. When I touched her, it felt like I was directly touching her, warm and warm. The smooth, thin but sexually sexy curve made me feel like a string snapped when I touched it. There was a 'bang' in my mind and I had no other thoughts, I just wanted to continue the passion of the afternoon.

I kissed her shoulders and back, which immediately made her tremble, with her head tilted back, her hands stroking her back, as if she wanted to touch me as much as possible, silently revealing her eagerness.

☆、Chapter 100

Love is the most comforting thing, and the love between two people is the kind that can go directly to the heart and blend in the soul. When the love reaches the extreme, what you want is the combination of body and mind.

This is different from those who seek pleasure and stimulation based on the instinct of the body. Although it is also enjoyment and happiness, this combination is more of a sense of belonging.

At this moment, on the bed, with whom I share the most private space, I have a spiritual connection.And every reaction of mine will bring great satisfaction and excitement to the other party. Similarly, the other party is also trying hard to let each other reach heaven.

X_ing, in love, is the most direct and closest road to heaven, and because it requires the dance of both parties to achieve it, it is even more unforgettable.

From the moment we stepped into this house, there was a shared sixth sense that something was bound to happen.So, I was bold, and she acted submissive.

After she felt the extreme pain I was in the painting at the beginning, she felt even more distressed. She let me go and sent me the signal to let me handle it.

I was so excited that I looked a little trembling and asked her, "Can I?"

The two women, for seven years, have experienced falling in love, confusion, hesitation, giving up, indifference, reunion and rekindling, and then separation, pain, until now they stick to each other, love each other deeper and more firmly, the journey is very painful!

But, also, as a woman, can I just have her?Before we get to the last step, we can all be said to be spiritual love. Once we have passed this step, in my opinion, our love has stepped from heaven to mortal world and fallen into the essence, and what we will face is The real life is the days when she calls me husband and I call her wife.

When I was so excited and so humble that my heart was trembling and I was about to fall off the cliff, she bowed down and held my face from bottom to top, blushing but full of affection and said: " How silly to ask that!"

A simple answer saved me and completely inspired my passion. I pulled her to sit on the bed, leaving only a bedside lamp, just like the night in Zhejiang, I carefully looked at her eyebrows and eyes .Compared with five years ago, she is more mature, and perhaps there is a little calmness because we have confirmed our belonging.

I am very satisfied with her expression, comforting and encouraging me like Mona Lisa, without asking any more questions, but slowly took off her long gown, under which there is only a pair of silk underwear, slender The limbs exude perfect proportions presented in front of me.

However, compared to the excitement of the upcoming moment, seeing her completely resigned without complaint or regret, the strong guilt and heartache instantly extinguished all my inner fires.It's not hypocrisy, nor any emotion, it's just that those inner hearts that have been filled by her are instantly broken.

In front of her delicate and shy face, I blamed myself and felt guilty. Before the tears were about to flow, I covered my face with my hands and cried bitterly!

She was also stunned, seeing my reaction different from what she had imagined, she was puzzled, she let go of all her emotions while I was crying, knelt and moved to my side, and embraced me.

And I was even more ashamed of her act of love at this time, and pulled the quilt aside to wrap us all up.In this little darkness, buried in her warm chest, crying until exhausted, listening to her slow heartbeat, gave me a feeling of floating in the sea, rising and falling with her breath.

"Man Ting!"

"Ok?"

"I let you down!"

This kind of words should be difficult to answer between lovers.

She was quiet for a long time before asking, "Why are you crying? Are you disappointed to see me... not what you imagined?"

She misunderstood and took the responsibility on herself again, which inevitably made me feel very distressed.

I kissed her chest on the spot, let her lie down, and I also half leaned on her body, looked at her beautiful bare face seriously, and smiled in her uneasy and unconcealed worry. She said embarrassedly: "I just looked forward to this moment for too long, I couldn't hold back, I was too excited."

She heaved a sigh of relief, put her arms around me from behind, let me lean closer to her, and said softly: "I know that painters have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty, and they have a harsher pursuit of beautiful things than others. I I was really worried just now..."

Under her lips is her warm and tender skin. As long as I think about it, they all belong to me.But because of my distress for her just now, I made a secret decision, maybe I should push back this beautiful moment.

I took her hand, looked at the neat and round nails on it, and said with a smile: "I want to say that we are not ready yet, you see, our nails are so long, they may bleed at least, or even kill you at worst."

Sure enough, she exclaimed, and immediately as if she remembered something, she blushed like an apple and felt ashamed.

I stuck to her with a smirk and asked her what she thought of?