Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

Wen Xiaorou was imprisoned in Fu Hongyun's arms.

The strong hormonal aura unique to men, overwhelming, hit her down.

Like a cocoon room that is so dense that there is no gap, it surrounds Wen Xiaorou layer by layer.

No matter how many times he has been intimate with Fu Hongyun, he can still easily tease her.

Hard...kiss me! !

These four words came out of Fu Hongyun's mouth, low-alcohol, magnetic, and sexy.

When it poured into Wen Xiaorou's ears, her heart beat violently.

It's like jumping out of the chest in the next second.

Fu Hongyun pinched her chin with her knuckle fingers, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were deep and charming, staring into her clear pupils, accurately capturing her confusion.

Like a supreme, unruly king.

He bewitched her: "Kiss me!"

The tone is domineering and strong, with an unquestionable command tone.

Wen Xiaorou's heart shuddered.

Heart beat faster.

She approached him obediently, wrapped her slender arms around his neck, and kissed his beautiful thin lips.

The warm touch spreads from the lips, numb and soft, with the desire to sink.

This obviously cannot satisfy Fu Hongyun's deepest desire.

He wrapped his strong arms around Wen Xiaorou's waist, and with all his strength, he hugged her into his arms and pressed her tightly against his body.

He wanted to rub her into his body if he could.

No sleep? No rest.

The little girl's breathing gradually became chaotic, her chest heaved up and down, and the remaining oxygen in her body became thinner and thinner.

A sense of suffocation ensues.

At the moment when she was almost fainting, the man was very skillful, leaving a gap for the lips that were pressed together.

Wen Xiaorou gasped in panic, sucking in the air with great gulps.

In less than a minute, the little girl's bright red lips were forcibly covered again.

Repeat this dozens of times.

Finally, Fu Hongyun reluctantly let go of her lips.

Wen Xiaorou's whole body was limp, like a pool of spring water.

Powerless, dependent, leaning in Fu Hongyun's arms, being held by him.

Fu Hongyun's big palm was placed on the little girl's waist, very restless.

all the way down...

To tease her skirt.

Wen Xiaorou's little red face was buried in his arms, she stretched out her arm, and her little hand caught the big hand that made trouble.

Her voice was soft and shy: "I...I can't..."

Fu Hongyun held the little hand that stopped him with his backhand and wrapped it in his palm.

He put that little hand to his lips and kissed it lightly.

"I know, Roubao, now, not yet, yes."

"It will take seven days, I understand."

Fu Hongyun's face was calm, with a lust that had not yet faded on her beautiful face.

His tone was light and loose, appearing very flat.

But already in his heart, like a beast, he cursed secretly.

Seven days to wait! !

Hey!

As a young man who is healthy, strong, energetic, and healthy, it is perfectly normal to have physical needs.

Especially after the marrow is known.

This thing is about quitting a constant addiction.

Especially, with the woman I love.

I can't help but think...

Fu Hongyun accepted the scolding without hesitation.

For the sake of Roubao's health, he is of course willing to wait.

Every man who truly loves his woman must be willing to wait.

For Roubao, Fu Hongyun is willing to do anything.

Fu Hongyun withdrew her hand from her skirt, hugged Wen Xiaorou, and sat on the European-style soft sofa beside her.

The soft and comfortable sofa bears the weight of two people, and a large area is sunken.

Fu Hongyun leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, leaning on the sofa cushions.

The whole person is lazy and evil, and the peach blossom eyes are slightly slanted up, with a bit of rascal.

His gaze drooped, fixed on the little girl sitting in his arms.

Wen Xiaorou sat on his lap, facing him, with a focused expression, arranging her skirt.

She still wears the flowing dress she wore as the little fairy when she was filming.

The light blue silk tulle shawl was thrown aside by Fu Hongyun long ago.

It was originally thrown on the dressing table, but because of the action of the two kissing, it was shaken to the ground by the shaking table.

A beautiful light blue silk scarf lay on the cold white porcelain floor.

A gust of wind blows, and the edge of the silk scarf moves with the wind, like layers of ripples on the surface of a blue lake, beautiful and agile.

Without the cover of the silk scarf, Wen Xiaorou's entire shoulders were exposed, and her smooth and delicate skin was fully exposed, like the most precious white-glazed porcelain.

A swan neck with graceful lines, flat and sexy right-angled shoulders, and a slightly protruding collarbone.

Everywhere is exquisite.

Because of Fu Hongyun, the bow-shaped skirt of the tube top dress was completely torn off.

The skirt must not be taken off, falling between the two soft balls.

Deep ravines are unobstructed.

Wen Xiaorou casually glanced at the mirror opposite, and saw the girl in the mirror.

The delicate and beautiful face was dyed with a blush like a burning cloud, the corners of the eyebrows and the corners of the eyes were full of unconcealable youthful emotion, and the moist mouth was red, swollen and translucent.

Clothes do not cover the body.

Beautiful looking...

Wen Xiaorou's heart throbbed uncontrollably.

She instinctively covered her chest.

The little hand held the upper end of the skirt and lifted it up, trying to cover herself.

After lifting it twice, the skirt didn't move at all.

Fu Hongyun sat on the hem of the skirt, firmly pressed under her legs.

I don't know if it was intentional or not.

The pressure on the hem of the skirt was very strong, Wen Xiaorou pulled it hard twice, but it didn't shake the slightest.

She covered her chest, blushed, lowered her head, and hummed softly: "Honey, get up and down."

Fu Hongyun knowingly asked, "Why?"

Wen Xiaorou replied shyly, "You're pressing down on my skirt."

Fu Hongyun hooked one corner of her mouth: "What does that matter?"

Wen Xiaorou clutched her chest and said in a voice like a mosquito: "My clothes fell off, and I couldn't lift them up if you pressed them down."

Fu Hongyun laughed bitterly: "Then don't mention it."

Hearing this, Wen Xiaorou raised her head, with a layer of water vapor in her big bright eyes, and glared at Fu Hongyun.

This angry little appearance fell into Fu Hongyun's eyes.

He just felt—

His good baby is even cuter.

The smile on Fu Hongyun's face was wider, and her tone was weak: "Lazy, I don't want to move!"

This is too embarrassing.

Wen Xiaorou's little hands clenched into fists and hammered on Fu Hongyun's chest.

Boom twice...

Fu Hongyun laughed out loud to herself.

Without the cover of the palm, the gully on the little girl's chest was clearly visible.

Fu Hongyun's gaze was fixed on it, and the raised Adam's apple rolled up and down in a circle.

He held the hand that hammered his chest and pulled hard, pulling the little girl into his arms.

Stick it on him.

Fu Hongyun's big palm caressed Wen Xiaorou's back, rubbed her, and locked her in his arms.

Wen Xiaorou lay on Fu Hongyun's chest and pressed against each other tightly.

The man pressed against her ear, his voice was low, mixed with boundless charm.

"Lie in my arms obediently, won't others not be able to see it?"

Wen Xiaorou buried her small face in his chest and let out a soft snort.

"Bastard……"

"There is no one else here except you."