Mo Yanchen's tall figure stepped forward, unbuttoned his shirt, and pounced on her. He locked her waist and pressed his body against hers.
"Oh." Shen chengjing's lips were sealed, and her mind went blank.
Mo Yancheng held her slender waist with one hand and leaned forward. His large palm held the back of her head and he lowered his head to kiss her passionately.
"Oh, I see. "Shen chengjing moaned softly under him.
The man's tongue nimbly slipped into her mouth, and his hot tongue attacked all the way. She panted under him, but he forcibly hooked her **** and entangled her with him.
"Uncle," Shen chengjing moaned softly. Her mind was muddled by his wild and domineering kiss, and her little hands held his arm tightly.
Mo Feiyan kissed her passionately, her demonic hands moving along her body and her fingertips moving all over her body.
"Uncle, don 't. What if there's someone?" She gasped softly.
