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

"Li Cheng, the bride and groom enter the bridal chamber!"

Accompanied by the master of ceremonies, there were waves of thunderous applause from the audience of the ceremony.

There are also laughter one after another--

"Breakhouse!"

"Invite the bride and groom into the bridal chamber!"

"Hahaha."

Wen Xiaorou stood on the stage, her soft white face flushed with embarrassment, and a sweet smile full of peach flavor.

Fu Hongyun hugged her by the waist and walked down the stage.

Wen Xiaorou lay in his arms with a blushing face: "Honey, let's go... why?"

Fu Hongyun curled her lips, bowed her head, and glanced at the newlywed sweet wife in her arms: "After getting married, I naturally have to do some things that I should do after marriage."

The redness on Wen Xiaorou's face became even stronger, and she buried her face in his chest: "The wedding...isn't over yet."

Wen Xiaorou has been busy all day preparing for the wedding.

Fu Hongyun felt sorry for her and didn't want to make her tired, so she planned to take her home early.

He hugged her, carried her into a low-key luxury car, and drove to Fu's Manor.

He said softly, "Baby, don't worry about the wedding. There is still some finishing work left, and I have already arranged someone to take care of it."

Wen Xiaorou sat on his lap: "Well, I believe in my husband, he always thinks about everything he does."

Fu Hongyun held her hand: "So I have such a good image in the baby's heart!"

Wen Xiaorou: "Of course, my husband is excellent, the best!"

Back home, Fu Hongyun didn't stop, holding the bride in white gauze, and walked to the bedroom on the second floor.

He walked lightly, and spit out two words, full of excitement that could not be concealed: "The bridal chamber!"

Wen Xiaorou's body trembled: "My God, it's not dark yet."

Fu Hongyun lowered her eyes to look at her: "Hiss——you can't have a bridal chamber before it's dark?"

Wen Xiaorou lowered her eyelashes, covering the shame in her eyes: "Yes, yes."

The curvature of Fu Hongyun's face rose even more.

Back in the bedroom, Fu Hongyun gently put Wen Xiaorou on the ground, and locked the door with his backhand.

Just as Wen Xiaorou stood up, her slender waist was held in the palm of the man's hand before her body stabilized.

Fu Hongyun held Wen Xiaorou's waist, pushed her against the door, and pressed her on top of her.

The two are inseparable.

His slender fingers pinched her chin, his deep eyes were burning with fire, and he looked at her, making no secret of his affection for her at the moment.

He stared at her, his voice hoarse: "I want to kiss you!"

"I really want to!"

"I miss you as soon as I see you!"

Wen Xiaorou's cheeks were pink, more delicate than red roses.

She met his gaze, wrapped her slender arms around his neck, smiled, closed her eyes, and pursed her lips.

Fu Hongyun grabbed her mouth without hesitation and plundered wantonly.

long kiss...

He reluctantly let go of her.

The lipstick on her lips has faded, and there is a touch of red at the corners of her lips.

Fu Hongyun flicked her fingers to wipe off the bright red corners of her mouth.

He smiled: "It smells like peaches."

Wen Xiao was soft on him, with his back leaning against the door panel.

She pouted: "My waist is a little sore."

Fu Hongyun laughed lightly and raised her eyebrows: "Just one kiss, my waist is sore!"

Wen Xiaorou wrapped his arms around his neck and lay on his chest: "I was crushed by the door!"

Fu Hongyun hugged her waist, hugged her, and walked to the bed: "Then let's move to a more comfortable place and continue kissing."

Wen Xiaorou slapped him delicately: "Squeaky..."

Fu Hongyun put her on the soft bed, knelt at her feet, looked up at her with tenderness in her eyes.

Wen Xiaorou met his gaze, and her heart beat faster.

A man who was used to being superior, now kneels at the little girl's feet, bowing his head and bowing his head.

Fu Hongyun looked at Wen Xiaorou without blinking, her voice was still trembling: "Hey, I'm very happy now!"

"Extremely happy!"

"I've never been so happy in my life!"

Wen Xiaorou's heart was filled with all kinds of emotions again, tears glistened in her big bright eyes, and there was a tinge of red at the end of her eyes.

Fu Hongyun got up, hugged her into her arms, and fondled her back lovingly: "My little Jiaojiao, is it made of water? She still cries on such a happy day."

Wen Xiaorou sniffed: "People are made of water."

Fu Hongyun kissed away the teardrops at the end of her eyes, and then kissed her lips: "Okay, okay, don't cry, my dear."

Wen Xiaorou made a hoarse voice: "Okay..."

Fu Hongyun pinched her face, then knelt back to the floor.

He is helping her take off her shoes.

After wearing high heels all day, my feet are really tired.

Fu Hongyun massaged her ankle, got up, went to the bathroom, washed her hands, and returned to Wen Xiaorou's side.

He pushed her down on the soft bed and reached out to pull the zipper of her wedding dress.

Wen Xiaorou had a slight itch on her side waist.

Fu Hongyun helped her take off her wedding dress.

Wen Xiaorou exhorted: "My husband will help me take good care of the wedding dress that I like very much."

Fu Hongyun folded the wedding dress and put it in the gift box: "If the baby likes it, I'll give you another one, okay?"

Wen Xiaorou smiled: "We're all married, how can a husband still want to give his wife a wedding dress?"

Fu Hongyun: "As long as Roubao likes it, my husband can give it to me every day. Anyway, the most important thing our family needs is money."

Wen Xiaorou: "Well, it sounds good, you can think about it."

Fu Hongyun seemed to think of something suddenly, and clicked her tongue.

He turned around and looked at Wen Xiaorou: "Baby, how about giving you a wedding photo studio?"

Wen Xiaorou laughed hehehe: "I just said something casually, and my husband is going to give me a photo studio!"

Fu Hongyun looked at the little girl who couldn't restrain her smile, and smiled softly: "It's good for Rou Bao to be happy."

He put the wedding dress gift box into the cabinet, then turned back to the bed, hugged Wen Xiaorou into his arms, and carefully helped her take off the jewelry.

After a while, he hugged her and got up.

Wen Xiaorou hugged Fu Hongyun's neck with her white arms, her jade-like calves were wrapped around his waist, and her delicate figure was pressed against his chest.

He dragged her delicate buttocks into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water flowed, covering up the sound of the two playing.

When he came out of the bathroom with her in his arms, her fair and supple face was blushing.

Weak...

It's too soft.

Fu Hongyun put Wen Xiaorou into the brocade quilt, he took off his bathrobe, lay down with her, and rubbed her into his arms.

He turned over, pressed her down, and took her lips.

Realizing his fierceness and impatience, Wen Xiaorou pushed his chest with her small hand: "I can't..."

Fu Hongyun clasped her hand: "Honey, this is our wedding night."

Wen Xiaorou's fluttering little hands softened, and interlocked his fingers instead.

Fu Hongyun pressed her firmly under her body, and gently comforted her: "Baby, leave it to me, I know how to measure."

Wen Xiaorou's sweet little milk voice said: "Okay..."

This is destined to be an extraordinary wedding night.