how to seduce an angel

I'm sick of touching it, especially after seeing DeVille's smile.

I was tickled and angry by him, but he, the culprit, didn't respond, which was contemptuous and provocative to me.

Regardless of whether he meant it or not, I just understand it.

When I came back from the Ninth Realm, I decided to get him first.

She was here to sleep with him, since she was able to sleep with him, why should she imitate the restraint of an angel?

My hands were shaking with excitement as I unbuttoned Deville's jacket in the bathroom.

His blond hair was soaked in water and turned dark golden, and I pulled it up with my hands, exposing his forehead.

I kissed him between the brows, and looked down at his expression. His eyes were downcast, a pair of empty and emotionless eyes were fogged by the water from the large shower head.

I don't know if it's my illusion, but his eyes seem to be less cold and more scrutinizing than usual.

It took me a lot of effort not to tear open his jacket, and I managed to remain gentle and considerate, unbuttoning his buttons one by one, and then kissed his Adam's apple and shoulder bones with the movement of the warm water flowing down. .

Like unwrapping a gift, I opened his shirt little by little, revealing his muscular and muscular body.

Angel's dressing style always gives people a thin impression, and Deville looks like this too. Only after I took off his clothes did I realize that his figure is far better than I imagined.

He is tall, about five centimeters taller than me. His neck, which is covered under his collar all the year round, is fair and slender. His Adam's apple and collarbone are delicate and distinct. Layers of beautiful muscles, narrow and thin waist, arms, chest, waist and abdomen muscles are smooth and powerful.

When I raised my hand to hold me, the tendons on the arm and the back of the hand were clear, and every arc and every corner seemed to have been precisely calculated, as perfect as the holy angels carved on the roof of the God Realm Temple.

I don't know what art is, but I think Deville is art.

I took off his wet clothes and threw them aside, stroking his body with the warm water, but he stopped me, so I clasped his fingers and pressed his hand against the wall, with the sound of splashing water gradually Mixed into the sound of rapid breathing.

"Lanza."

"Okay, not here, go to bed."

I turned off the shower head, turned the switch to the drying side, and the bathroom was immediately swept away by the magic of drying. The moisture on Deville’s body, wings, hair and the ground was instantly taken away, and only the surface of the skin remained. Slightly damp.

I couldn't wait to push open the bathroom door, and while kissing Deville, I took him to the bed, and finally lifted the bed screen, and pressed him onto the bed.

"Enough." Dwyer's voice was warning.

I inserted my hand into his blond hair, feeling the soft hair slipping between my fingers, and said impatiently, "What else do you want when you're already on the bed?"

Dwyer grabbed my fumbling hand, frowned and said, "You have to do this?"

"I'm already like this, what do you think?" I broke away from him, took his hand down, and said, "Anyway, today you either sleep with me or I sleep with you. I know you can't, so just I can come first."

From this point of view, Deville is finally no longer so elusive and elusive.

I thought his body would be as cold as his smell, but after being in close contact for a long time, it actually became warm.

Perhaps for Seraphim who has no lust, making love is also a special thing, Deville rarely hesitated.

I was also worried that he would always look cold and I would not be sexual, and now it seems that I was worrying too much.

Not only am I sexy, I'm also very high-spirited.