Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Fu Yuhuang pushed her away.

Mu Qianqian was unable to guard against it, and fell to the ground.

My butt hurts, as if it fell in two.

Uh...seems like it's always been two halves.

Is it easy for her to rub the sore spot?

In order to create a small life with him, she climbed the stairs and fell, and almost died here.

Fu Yuhuang walked towards her.

Mu Qianqian felt a strong sense of oppression and looked at Fu Yuhuang.

His eyes were blood red and sharp, like Satan from hell... Dangerous, fierce,

As if she had become his prey.

For the first time, she felt scared. "Don't come here."

Fu Yuhuang picked her up.

The tightness in the abdomen was about to explode, and the pain was so swollen to the bone.

"Is it too late for you to tell me not to come here now?" he said coldly.

Unsteady ups and downs of breathing.

The deep eyes like ink lotus are full of passionate love

Mu Qianqian came to her senses slowly, "You want to sleep with me?"

"Afraid?" Fu Yuhuang asked back, his eyes were like nails, nailing her into his eyes.

She raised a smile, frowning. "Don't be afraid, hurry up, let's do it a few more times, I have a hard time climbing."

Fu Yuhuang gritted his teeth and threw her onto the bed.

Mu Qianqian felt that he was a little rude.

The next second, his strong body covered it, hugged her waist tightly, and pressed against him.

She could feel something hot on her stomach.

Like steel, strong and explosive.

She realized it should be his, and blushed.

Fu Yuhuang's heavy breathing fell erratically on her face, and he strongly restrained something, the sweat dripping from his sharp chin.

Mu Qianqian waited for a while, but he didn't take a step, so he became impatient, "I have to take off my clothes first."

"Shut up." Fu Yuhuang said fiercely.

God knows, the feeling he wants of her is very strong, and he only maintains the last bit of reason, resisting and struggling.

"How can you put it in if you don't take off your clothes?" Mu Qianqian stretched out his hand and pulled his belt with an innocent expression.

He held her hand, pressing it on top of her head, frowning tightly.

She couldn't pull her hand, twisted her waist, and complained, "I'm not feeling well like this, can I do it?"

Ok?

Fu Yuhuang shuddered and bit her lip punitively.

Mu Qianqian's mouth hurt, and she paused, thinking of the scene in the video.

She ignored the pain, put her tongue in his mouth, found his, sucked twice, hooked together, sucked twice, hooked together again...

Fu Yuhuang was so grounded that he closed his eyes, as if his mind had softened, and he no longer struggled and resisted.

He didn't expect her lips to be so soft, as if they were trapped in cotton, light and fluffy.

There was sweetness in her mouth, and when she sucked it, it was like an uncontaminated spring in the forest.

I don't know if it was the influence of the drug, but he didn't feel disgusted or dirty.

Gradually, he took the initiative, let go of her hand, raised her chin, and entangled with her.

Mu Qianqian stared at the ceiling with wide eyes.

This man is very strong, very domineering, and the main attack, she can't keep up with his rhythm at all.

She pushed him away and urged, "I can't wait for the kiss."

Fu Yuhuang glanced at her, Gu Qiuwang didn't disappear, and the color in his eyes faded.

He took an Okamoto on the bedside table and threw it to her.

He leaned back and leaned against the bed, like a king.

His voice was a little more dull and hoarse, and he ordered: "Help me put it on."