"Leng Hao, no!" Ye Xiaotao tilted her head to avoid his kiss.
The man's kiss landed on her pink cheeks, but it did not stop. He reached out to peel off her nightdress.
"Leng Hao, I really can't do it!"
"What's wrong?" The man's voice was hoarse. With a "PA" sound, he reached out to turn on the light on the wall.
The little woman's face was as red as a blooming rose. Her black hair scattered on the pillow in a messy and flirtatious manner. Her bright and colourful almond-shaped eyes looked at him in a charming and panicked manner.
Leng Hao's heart was itchy, extremely itchy.
He straightened his body and bent her knees with his rough and big palm. He lowered his eyes and moved as he looked.
His muscular chest was panting. He wanted to try it again. He wanted to die on her body.
