Lucky to Have You Till the End

There was a fiery glow in his dark eyes. She opened her mouth and instinctively refused.

She had never done anything like that for a man. She didn't, didn't understand, and was afraid.

She shook her head, knocked her upper teeth, stammered, "I, I don't want... Mo Chiwei, don't force me..."

She can feel his needs, but she really can't help him—

He is still clean, but she is not anymore.

Thinking of the first time she had lost it, she would even have a sense of inferiority and shame in front of him.

She couldn't imagine how he would think of her if he knew she had given an old man for the first time!

Seeing her evasive eyes and guilty conscience, Mo Chi Wei grabbed the back of her head, lowered her head, and kissed her lips hard.

This time, he kissed not domineering, but with unprecedented tenderness.

A woman can resist being overbearing, but she can't resist the gentleness after overbearing.

This is equivalent to the jujube after slap, which will feel more sweet and delicious than usual.

His thumbs in both hands rubbed her pretty and delicate little face, thin lips painted her lip line a little bit patiently, light tobacco mixed with the refreshing fragrance of aftershave floated into the tip of his nose, full of strong male hormones .

If she is more sensible, she should push him away hard.

However, there was confusion in her mind.

The whole person has a feeling of floating in the clouds, unable to distinguish reality from dreams.

In fact, she has always known that she can't resist him, she has always only been controlled by him.

She didn't like this involuntary feeling, but she was bewitched by him again and again.

Seeing him pulling her little hand and unfastening the metal buckle belt, she was so frightened that her heart jumped to her throat.

When he was unprepared, she bit his thin lips.

The faint smell of blood rushed into the lips that were still close to each other.

The breath of each other is full of heavy panting.

His narrow eyes are as thick and dark as splashed ink, and his lips are stained with scarlet red. It looks **** and dangerous. "I hope that our marriage is not a cooperative relationship in your mouth, and it is not that you don’t like each other. I’m okay, but we need to understand each other and develop further. If there is a hundred steps between us, you take one step, and the other ninety-nine steps are taken by me."

His voice was low and hoarse, and with that handsome face that became more and more masculine after being infected with desire, she felt that her heartbeat was about to jump out of her throat.

In fact, Mo Chiwei is not a man who values ​​sex very much. He used to think he was sane and undesirable. He watched his brothers and girlfriends change one by one, but he never indulged or fell into female sex.

Even if there is a physical impulse, it can be extremely calm and restrained.

But he was always tempted by her. After the two had that kind of intimacy, he would occasionally reflect in his mind the feeling of covering the clouds and rain that night.

This is probably the taste of the marrow.

This horrible feeling is hard to restrain.

He had already untied the belt, took her hand, and covered it.

She resisted the urge to scream and tried to withdraw her hand.

It's too hot.

He was attached to her ear, and a hoarse voice came to the cochlea, "Take your first step, eh?"

The hot breath spilled into the sensitive area, and her whole body became stiff and tight.

Seeing the thin layer of sweat covering his forehead, the depressed and forbearing expression on his handsome face, the thin voice trembled slightly, "But, but I won't..."

"Well, I teach you."