su shicheng's expression was somewhat dazed as he allowed the woman to kiss his face.
at this moment, his entire body was tensed up, and he could not move at all.
the alcohol, mixed with an unknown heat, made him unable to tell if yingying was real or fake. he only knew that there was a ball of fire in his arms.
hongke, i can finally hold you.
When he reached middle age, he turned into a Wolf, a Wolf that had been hungry for a long time. He hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and his lips blocked her lips like a hot plug. His masculine masculinity was tainted with a touch of weakness.
in his arms, on his bed, the woman was ruthlessly torn apart. then, after everything calmed down, he kissed her body to comfort her.
Her rationality slowly returned to her.
the sweat had also turned slightly cold, making the air-conditioned room a little chilly.
