Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Mu Qianqian was distracted, recalling what he saw in the video.

Did she taste his taste first?

Or stay still and wait for him to go in and have a baby?

Mu Qianqian was in a tangle, watching Fu Yuhuang take the cover from the bedside table and tore open the box.

She glanced at the 'little balloon' in his hand, and then at Fu Yuhuang.

"Can I not wear it?" Mu Qianqian asked cautiously.

"No." Fu Yuhuang said, seeing the disappointment in her eyes, she felt a strange feeling in her heart, and she frowned.

Mu Qianqian watched him break the buckle of the belt.

No, let's make yarn.

She watched him unzip his trousers again, and a sly look flashed in her eyes.

She just took a bite, and if it was delicious, she took a bite and ran away.

If it doesn't taste good, she won't care about it in the future.

Hey.

"I'll help you." Mu Qianqian knelt in front of him, neatly opened his zipper, and saw his one.

She had seen it in the video, he was about the same length, and his size was a few sizes bigger.

She glanced at him secretly.

He didn't do anything else, looking down at her, his eyes filled with a misty color.

She lowered her head and took the opportunity to take a bite.

Fu Yuhuang snorted lightly.

Uh……

There is no taste.

She sucked.

Still no taste.

She aimed at Fu Yuhuang.

Confused.

Unappetizing.

It was the first time that Fu Yuhuang had been abused by a woman, and he felt very comfortable, the kind of comfort that was difficult to describe in words.

He's not an indulgent person, but he really wants it now.

He pressed the back of her neck in front of him, without force, very lightly.

Mu Qianqian took a few more bites.

Really, no taste at all.

Zhou Zhi was right, there was no hot dog yet.

She didn't want to. "Well, I remembered one thing. I have two politics classes in the afternoon."

Fu Yuhuang: "..."

He had the urge to kill her right now.

"At this time, wouldn't it be inappropriate for you to tell me to take a politics class?" Fu Yuhuang said in a hoarse voice.

"Then can I use a cover?" Mu Qian said softly.

A faint light flashed across Fu Yuhuang's eyes.

This is probably the first time in his life that he has compromised.

He leaned over and kissed her lips.

His strength was great, and his big palm reached inside her clothes.

Mu Qianqian's body is not particularly hot, but very well-proportioned.

Full and elastic.

Mu Qianqian had never touched a man like this before, and felt it was strange. There were beads of sweat on her little nose, and her breathing was not steady.

Fu Yuhuang held her ankle, pulled her in front of him, and looked at her.

Mu Qianqian looked at him ignorantly, her mouth was dry, she licked her lips, and asked uncertainly, "Well, you are so old, it doesn't hurt to go in, right?"

There was pity in Fu Yuhuang's eyes, "It will be a little bit at the beginning, but then it won't hurt anymore."

Mu Qianqian was afraid of the pain, so she didn't want to, "Then will it hurt?"

"You talk a lot." Fu Yuhuang was helpless.

He was so swollen and painful now that he tore off her pants and put them on the bed.

"Will there be a baby?" Mu Qianqian asked anxiously.

"No, I won't get it inside." Fu Yuhuang unbuttoned his suit.

Mu Qianqian's heart sank.

It doesn't taste good, it hurts, and most importantly, there is no baby.

Then what is she going to do!Don't do it.

"I want to go to class." She gulped aside while he was undressing.

"Mu Qianqian." Fu Yuhuang raised his voice, his chest heaved violently, and patiently coaxed, "Come here."