Pack O green tea is always on my mind

The soft bed envelops them like a cloud without support.

Song Yinchi's breathing was slightly stagnant, and she hugged the warm woman in her arms tightly. She was as soft as water, but as flexible as wicker.

That white and greasy waist was in her hands, as if she was kneading it.

Song Yinchi didn't dare to use force, she restrained the desire in her heart. She wanted to find Tong Nan's bright red lips, and stretched out the tip of her tongue to probe carefully. The breaths of each other were entangled, and a very sweet taste bloomed between her lips and teeth.

Obviously he didn't taste the wine, but Song Yinchi felt that he was also drunk.

Tong Nan took Song Yinchi's hand and put it on his neck, "You touch me."

The hot air she exhaled was also soft, her eyes and lips were soaked in moist colors, and it tasted like smooth and delicious milk tofu. Song Yinchi squeezed Tong Nan's chin with three points of strength, " Really drunk?"

Tong Nan didn't answer, his red lips pressed against the pulse of Song Yinchi's side neck, and hooked her shoulder lazily, moaning and breathing seemed to be covered with a layer of wet water.

"Song Yinchi...kiss me again. It's hard."

Her voice was wet, like a cat in heat sending out a tender courtship signal.

While speaking, Song Yinchi saw her scarlet soft tongue licking her slightly red and swollen lower lip.

Tong Nan moved his finger against her clothes and pinched her.

Song Yinchi's breathing became disordered, and she stared at the innocent Tong Nan in her arms.

"pain?"

Tong Nan was stunned for a moment, blinked, lifted Song Yinchi's loose shirt, and said vaguely, "I'll blow it for you, and it won't hurt anymore."

The focus of her nerves was captured by Tong Nan, and she gently and softly petted this fragile orchid of the valley.

Song Yinchi clenched his fists, and the little greedy cat licked her with his wet tongue, and the hot air exhaled from the nostrils swept over the remaining water marks, it was cool and hot.

Panting, she pinched the nape of Tong Nan's neck, "Come out..."

kitten.

Tong Nan withdrew and looked up at Song Yinchi.

Her face was covered with messy hair, her eyes were reddish, and the tip of her nose was pink and tender, as if she was the one who was bullied just now.

She wiped her lips and looked at Song Yinchi brightly: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Yinchi stared at her fixedly, his gaze shifted from her face to the clavicle skin that had been smudged into rose color, "Little greedy cat."

The voice was lazy, with a smile, "Are you hungry?"

Tong Nan's gaze was fixed on Song Yinchi's crimson cheeks, she licked her lips, her eyes were charming, "I'm hungry."

I really want to eat her.

"I bought you dessert."

As Song Yinchi said, he climbed out of bed to grab the bag on the table.

Her T-shirt was rolled up to her waist and abdomen, her skin was white and slender, and the beautiful lines of her back rose and fell as she moved.

Tong Nan looked at her obsessively.

The bones are displayed in the middle of her spine like a moving love poem, and the soft yellow light falls on her body, melting away the coldness.

Song Yinchi picked up the box, lowered her eyes and thought for a while. She wiped off the moisture on Xue Meiniang's packaging box with her fingers, then lifted the lid and handed it to Tong Nan.

Her cold fingers caressed the thin strap on Tong Nan's shoulder, so cold that Tong Nan had to focus on her.

She whispered: "I'm going to wash my hands." She deliberately shook her water-stained fingers.

Xue Mei Niang's glutinous skin looks extremely delicious.

Tong Nan pinched it in his hand, leaned forward and took a bite. The fragrance of mango was mixed with cold, sweet enough cream. Tong Nan licked his lower lip and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

What about Xue Mei Niang's kiss?

The water flowed gently through her fingertips. Song Yinchi squeezed some hand sanitizer, rubbed it open, and washed every corner meticulously. She had a rare serious face, washing her hands more seriously than writing a song.

When Song Yinchi went out of the bathroom, Tong Nan was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

unimaginable beauty--

The floating moonlight shone in through the window, coating her with a faint, silvery glow.The white nightdress was lifted up, and the slender and graceful curves were indistinct, falling in the shadows, and the thin straps slipped from the shoulders, draping vaguely on the white forearms.

The continuous mountains undulate along with the breath.She was too white, and the red spots became even redder.

Dark lips, scarlet moles.

Song Yinchi's throat slipped unconsciously, and she half-bent down, facing Tong Nan face to face, exhaling lingeringly.

"Is it tasty?"

Tong Nan didn't speak, just looked at her with pure and innocent eyes.

Those cunning and charming fox eyes were as clear as a deer, filled with thin water vapor, she gave a soft "hmm".

The soft whisper seemed to fall on the tip of my heart.

Song Yinchi felt her heart was pinched lightly, it was unbelievably soft and slightly sore, she leaned over and pressed Tong Nan's lips together.

"I want to try it too..."

The tip of the soft and slippery tongue brushed against Tong Nan's lips and teeth, and the sound of swallowing was obvious.

Song Yinchi closed his eyes, moved his fingers slowly, took Tong Nan's hand that was gripping the bed sheet, interlocked his fingers, and pressed Tong Nan on the bed.

The cold creamy taste mixed with the slightly sour fruity taste is incredible.

Song Yinchi's evil desires and desires seemed to have a place to go. She closed her eyes, not daring to let Tong Nan see the crazy possessiveness in her eyes. .

But it still hurt each other.

Tong Nan spat out a small animal-like whimper.

The kiss was long.

Tong Nan couldn't breathe, he clasped Song Yinchi's butterfly bone with his fingers, and his half-length nails sank deep into her thin flesh.

It must be very painful.

Even so, Song Yinchi didn't let her go, she made up her mind to teach this little cat a lesson, until Tong Nan's face flushed and veins burst out of her thin neck, Song Yinchi just withdrew point distance.

His fingers pressed against Tong Nan's waistline, moving down inch by inch.

The burning heat almost made Tong Nan lost.

"Teacher Tong, today the students will give you back everything you taught before."

It was only when Song Yinchi's clear voice rang in his ears that Tong Nan regained part of his sanity from the deep mud.

teach?What did she teach?

But I didn't have time to think clearly.

Because in the next second, Song Yinchi touched that secret place.

Like a typhoon blowing in the subtropical zone, Tong Nan's consciousness was scattered all over the place, but the position in the eyes of the typhoon was well protected.

There was a violent storm all around, and there was silence inside.

She clasped Song Yinchi's shoulder, panting uncontrollably.

The feeling of not being able to get up or down is too uncomfortable.

"Not enough."

Song Yinchi pressed against Tong Nan's ear, and softly "shushed".

The little greedy cat was wet by the rain, and nestled obediently in her arms, shivering gently, begging for more warmth.

"At a time like this, do you know what to say?"

Song Yinchi's deep voice fell in Tong Nan's ears, making her panic a little.

Before, did you go too far?

Song Yinchi wrote down a sum of money from her, and now he plans to let her pay it back all at once?

Tong Nan turned her head, even though she was about to soften into a puddle of water now, she still refused to speak.

"Ok?"

"If you are not good, you will be punished."

Song Yinchi supported Tong Nan's flexible waist, took the pillow at the head of the bed and put it behind Tong Nan's waist, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he smiled faintly.

"It's a long night, I don't mind talking with my sister all night."

Her pupils were very dark, and she looked very calm, but Tong Nan could see the turbulent undercurrent in them.

This sentence was returned to her in such a situation and in such a way.

Her heart trembled, and she couldn't help but pushed Song Yinchi's shoulder, unconsciously wanting to close the petals to be released.

"Song Yinchi, don't..."

I don't know where she bumped into, but there was a sudden sob in the quiet room.

Tong Nan didn't know whether to open or close himself.

The author has something to say: Good night.

Haven't finished eating yet, will continue tomorrow.