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

Wen Xiaorou's snow-white skin was dyed with a layer of light pink, like peach blossoms in full bloom in the warm spring breeze.

It is indistinct, eye-catching, and very beautiful.

Her whole body was firmly imprisoned by Fu Hongyun, under him.

Fu Hongyun's big palm was unscrupulous, walking on the delicate and beautiful peach blossom.

She couldn't move, only her red lips were open, and she exhaled like blue.

The little girl lay softly on the sofa, her face blushing, and she let Fu Hongyun round and flatten her.

after a long time……

In the quiet air, there was the sound of tearing tinfoil.

Fu Hongyun pressed the little girl in her arms tightly into her arms.

With a burst of throbbing, he let out a long breath.

With a satisfied smile on Fu Hongyun's extremely beautiful face, she lay on the little girl's body, paused for a while, and then got up.

He kissed Wen Xiaorou's face, with a slight smile in his deep voice.

"Hey, wait for me for a while."

"I'll deal with it."

The man stood up, and the white shirt, which was originally flat and clean without any wrinkles, was already wrinkled into disrepair.

The buttons of the shirt have all been unbuttoned at some point.

Lean and powerful abdominal muscles, smooth and beautiful lines, smooth skin, without a trace of blemish.

Beautiful like a perfect work of art.

Fu Hongyun walked into the shower room in the lounge with leisurely steps.

The sound of rushing water resounded throughout the living room.

Wen Xiaorou looked in the direction of the shower room, blinked, regained consciousness, and closed her eyes to rest.

She's a little tired...

After lying quietly for a while, the blush on the little girl's face dissipated little by little.

The hot body also returned to its former gentleness.

Fu Hongyun didn't wash it for a long time, obviously she didn't want to keep the little girl outside waiting for a long time.

When he came out, he had changed his clothes.

The white shirt turned into a black silk shirt, the two buttons on the neckline were half open, and the sleeves were loosely rolled at the crook of the arms, exposing the well-defined elbow joints and muscular arms.

The man's meticulously groomed hairstyle before now has also changed, and is casually caged behind his head, looking lazy and sexy.

The thick black hair was covered with a layer of water vapor, and there were crystal clear water droplets hanging from the ends of the hair, which slid down the hair and landed on the depression on the collarbone, adding a bit of wildness unintentionally.

Fu Hongyun walked to the sofa, sat casually beside Wen Xiaorou, stretched out her arms, and pulled her into her arms.

The little girl who was lying on her back suddenly flew into the air and stuck to the man's arms.

She didn't open her eyes, was embraced by the man, and lay lazily in his arms.

Fu Hongyun got up with Wen Xiaorou in her arms, and went to the closet to pick out her favorite pink and white skirt.

He hugged her and sat back on the sofa, dressing her thoughtfully.

After getting dressed, Wen Xiaorou finally opened her eyes.

Her big eyes were misty and sullen, and she glared at Fu Hongyun.

The milk is fierce and the milk is fierce.

The little milk cat finally stretched out its immature claws and turned into a little wild cat.

Seeing this angry little appearance, Fu Hongyun smiled contemptuously, and the corners of her mouth curled into an evil arc.

He squeezed her pink face, and kissed her with endless love and affection.

Wen Xiaorou hammered his chest, and scolded him with grievance in her voice.

"Husband is a big villain!"

"Are you a pervert!"

"I'm already like this, and you still torment me!"

Fu Hongyun immediately admitted her mistake, her tone was soft and gentle.

"Hey, I was wrong!"

"I must seriously reflect on myself."

He has a very good attitude and a sincere tone, with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes shining brightly, looking at Wen Xiaorou sincerely.

Wen Xiaorou: Forgive him...

For him, she has no bottom line.

Surrender to his beauty.

Surrender to his tenderness.

Also surrendered to his domineering strength.

After the last little bit of anger dissipated, she began to crawl into his arms again.

Drowning in his arms, arms around his waist.

Seeing that the little girl was no longer angry, Fu Hongyun's wild thoughts began to stir again.

He spoke sincerely and popularized that knowledge to her.

"Actually, between husband and wife, there will always be something that can't be done, those seven days."

"then what should we do?"

Fu Hongyun guides Wen Xiaorou skillfully, with a bit of seduction, and is good at seduction.

Wen Xiaorou's curiosity was naturally drawn out.

She was also curious: "Yes, what should I do?"

The corners of Fu Hongyun's lips curled slightly, showing a wanton smile: "It's the best solution to do it like I did just now."

Wen Xiaorou: It sounds so reasonable.

This will not hurt the body.

No, it will make my husband uncomfortable.

Fu Hongyun successfully brainwashed Wen Xiaorou with a few simple words.

The little girl accepted Fu Hongyun's solution frankly.

She was in his arms and nodded.

Fu Hongyun kept holding back her laughter, and there was a triumphant smile on Junmei's face, which was very beautiful.

He got up with her in his arms, put her on the chair of the dressing table, and combed her hair.

The man's hands were very dexterous, and his slender, white fingers were holding a rosewood comb, which shuttled through the little girl's waterfall-like long hair.

But in just 5 minutes, Wen Xiaorou's hair was combed into a princess hairstyle.

The hair on both sides of the forehead was tied into delicate braids, gathered towards the back of the head, and the rest of the hair was let down and draped over the back.

Playful and cute, yet stylish and elegant.

This kind of dress is very suitable for Wen Xiaorou's pure and sweet temperament.

Fu Hongyun put the comb on the table, leaned over, looked at Wen Xiaorou sitting on the chair, and stared at her bewilderedly.

He couldn't help sighing: "My Roubao is really beautiful!"

Wen Xiaorou blinked at him, lively and agile, she raised her chin at him, her tone was quite satisfied.

"Of course!"

"She is the most beautiful little fairy in the fairy world."

Fu Hongyun smiled slightly, held her face in his hands, took a sip, imitating her proud tone.

"Of course!"

"Don't talk about the fairy world, look at the whole universe, our soft treasure is also the most beautiful."

Wen Xiaorou smiled sweetly: "Hmph, I agree."

Fu Hongyun held her face and kissed her lips: "I can't agree more."

As soon as he touched her lips, Wen Xiaorou pushed him away.

She covered her mouth: "It hurts..."

The bright red mouth is slightly swollen and swollen, and there is blood stasis at the broken skin, which looks glamorous and beautiful.

Fu Hongyun let go of her, picked her up, sat on a chair, and let her sit on his lap.

Wen Xiaorou picked up a strand of hair with her small hand, playing with her new hairstyle.

Since meeting Fu Hongyun, he has always brought her countless surprises.

Just like the various hairstyles of girls, Fu Hongyun can change her hair as she likes.

While enjoying President Fu's caring service, Wen Xiaorou also has a little doubt.

How did Fu Hongyun learn this skill?

Thinking of this, Wen Xiaorou's sloppy expression became serious.

She raised her eyes, looked at the man who was holding her, and asked, "Husband, why do you have so many skills in tying girls' hair?"