Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Fu Yuhuang was irritable and pushed her face away.

The space in the cabinet was too small, and he didn't dare to use force for fear of making noise.

Mu Qianqian wrapped it around him again, wrapped his arms around his waist, and hugged him tightly, "Then I won't eat, don't push me away, Fu Yuhuang, let's be like them, hehe."

He looked at her simple and bright smiling face, with a pleasing cuteness.

The heat in the body surged up and down, churning blood.

The uncontrollable desire was something he hadn't thought of.

He frowned and pulled her hand away.

"Ah, it's so comfortable, Youlan, you're amazing." Mu Jinwei screamed, her voice was soft.

Mu Qianqian was curious.

This is the first time she has seen the live-action version.

Comfortable?

how did you make it?

She gently pushed open the crack of the door a little and looked towards the crack.

Fu Yuhuang didn't like her distraction, a dark tide flashed across his eyes, and he moved her face.

Before Mu Qianqian could react, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The red tongue entered, swallowing her sweetness, and the irrepressible flames coaxed and erupted.

Mu Qianqian felt his tongue churning in her mouth.

Are you comfortable with others, or are you comfortable with yourself?

Well, she gave up watching.

The little tongue stuck into his mouth like him.

He sucked in, it hurt a little, and his saliva was about to fall out.

Mu Qianqian retracted, and he followed in, as if to comfort him, a little gentler than before.

The big palm stretched in along the trousers behind her, clenching it tightly.

A strange feeling flashed through my heart.

He remembered that there were many wounds on her yesterday, but now it feels smooth like silk, full and elastic.

It didn't seem to be hurt at all.

Does the medicine work so well?

Reason also flashed, and was controlled by a deeper ****.

His eyes fascinated and squinted, along her lips, to her fragrant neck.

"Itchy, don't need this process, just put it in, hurry up, they are like that too." Mu Qianqian urged.

It was so itchy, she was about to laugh out loud.

Fu Yuhuang wondered if she knew what this process was called.

He felt the pain tense, held it back, raised her chin, his eyes were cloudy, and he said hoarsely, "Have you ever had a man?"

Mu Qianqian smiled embarrassedly, "Isn't there any sooner?"

He really wanted to bite her lip.

If it was her first time, when he entered, she would have to die of pain.

This is not a good place.

"Twenty centimeters away from me, don't get close." Fu Yuhuang ordered, turning his face away and leaning on the inside.

If she pestered him again, he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

Mu Qianqian didn't understand why he was so cold all of a sudden, and pulled his clothes. "Then you kiss again, I promise not to talk about itching."

Fu Yuhuang's breath became a little heavier, he lowered his voice, and said helplessly: "Be good, don't move."

"Oh." Mu Qianqian replied obediently.

She leaned towards Fu Yuhuang, put her arms around his waist, and leaned on his shoulder, "I'm not moving like this, hehehe."

She took advantage.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Fu Yuhuang: "..."

He didn't speak or push her away.

Because of his forbearance, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

It hurts somewhere, like it's about to explode.

He looked down at her rosy, full lips.

Adam's apple, sexy rolling.

The demon who was awakening in his eyes hid in the darkness.

"Do you really want to eat?" Fu Yuhuang asked dumbly.

"Huh?" Mu Qianqian looked at him and met his psychedelic eyes.

"Well." Fu Yuhuang made this sound from his throat.