Si yiyan sucked on her ear while using his demonic voice to create a thrilling and beautiful story. His large palm was moving down her beautiful and exquisite back.
"This ... This is Bloody Mary." Wen Xinya panted heavily. His voice reminded her of the Bloody Mary story.
The red wine in the pool was crystal clear, like a young girl's, pure and fresh blood.
The bloody, supernatural, and creepy story touched Wen Xinya's inner fear, making her nerves even more sensitive and fragile.
Under the assault of si yiyan's passion, she was increasingly unable to resist.
At this moment, she finally understood why men liked to watch horror movies with their girlfriends.
"This place seems to have gotten a lot bigger."
He whispered in her ear in an extremely hoarse and charming voice, but his lips fell on her neck. His thin kisses fell on her neck with lingering and grinding.
"Because ... Because I'm pregnant."
