My bodyguard is super cold

Closing his eyes, Feng Sheng forced himself to stop all thinking, he pried open Jiang Yuanbao's lips, and stuck his tongue in, sucking the long-awaited sweetness.

How long did it take to endure such a madness.

But this disobedient young master will always do everything possible to touch his bottom line, more and more every time.

"Well..." This eager and rough kiss made Jiang Yuanbao unable to utter a complete sentence, and his hands and feet clung to his tall body limply. He felt

I was about to melt under his oppression.

Jiang Yuanbao could feel Feng Sheng's strong smell of wine, he must have drunk a lot of wine.

Jiang Yuanbao thought, Feng Sheng must be drunk now, otherwise he would not be able to kiss him.

Feng Sheng also felt that he was drunk, his eager big hands were completely out of control of his brain, he just reached into Jiang Yuanbao's clothes, touched the delicate skin around his waist, and roamed wantonly on his body.

It's a kiss, but it's not tender at all.

Strong and domineering like gnawing, with a sense of suffocation that seems to swallow him up.

Jiang Yuanbao's brain lacked oxygen, and he couldn't even breathe.

"Feng... Sheng... hurts... hurts..."

Jiang Yuanbao said vaguely that Feng Sheng's strength was too great, and it hurt him so much.

His eyes darkened, the man gasped slightly and let go of his small mouth, the flames in his torch-like eyes were rising, and in the eyes stained with alcohol, not only the most primitive wildness was added, but also a bit of evil that is rarely seen in ordinary times. sex.

His chin was clamped tightly with big hands, and his voice was hoarse: "It's too late, how can I have a long memory if it doesn't hurt?"

I provoked him, now come to cry for pain...

If he doesn't feel pain, how can he calm down his anger?

Feng Sheng snorted coldly, no longer gave Jiang Yuanbao a chance to speak, and continued to lean over Jiang Yuanbao's lips, entangled with him desperately.

The kiss became wilder, more intense, deeper, more intense...

Jiang Yuanbao was also in a mess, he hadn't had any alcohol himself, and now he was sober.

He could clearly feel Feng Sheng's kiss, and he could feel Feng Sheng's current mania.

When the little white rabbit met the big bad wolf, he instinctively wanted to escape.

But the more he hid, the tighter he was imprisoned.

Although Jiang Yuanbao usually flirts with Feng Sheng very vigorously, but what he really thinks and what he actually thinks are different.

He enjoyed the process of teasing him, and Jiang Yuanbao felt scared in his heart.

It was the feeling of vague anticipation and fear, like a feeling of touching forbidden fruit, spreading in the bottom of my heart.

His eyelids twitched slightly, his eyes were half-closed, and he looked at the handsome face that was close at hand.

The masculine and hard-edged lines, the handsome but domineering posture, the red eyes after being drunk, and the refreshing taste of alcohol, were so charming that his heart trembled.