Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

He imprisoned her in his arms.

Mu Qianqian turned to look at him.

He raised the corners of his mouth, unable to speak, even in the night, those eyes were as bright as gems.

This man is so good-looking, Mu Qianqian thought to himself, when she becomes rich, she will let Dr. Song clone him and play with her.

At the height of her crankiness, he approached her.

The breath all fell on her face, with depression, sensationalism, confusion, and fascination.

"Qianqian, you are so rude that you came in through the front door." Fu Yuhuang said, his voice was hoarse that was unique at night.

"How do you know that I didn't come in through the front door, you didn't sleep, or were you woken up by me?" Mu Qianqian asked inexplicably.

He turned around, put her on the bed, covered her body, and looked at her condescendingly, "I can hear you when you open the window."

"Then you're pretending to be asleep." Mu Qianqian understood.

As soon as she finished speaking, he couldn't wait to kiss her lips.

His temperature was very high, and his tongue entered her mouth, much hotter than hers, very strong.

Mu Qian lightly paused.

He rolled up the tip of her tongue, inhaled into his mouth, swallowed her breath, and sucked in her vaginal fluid.

Mu Qianqian couldn't close her mouth, she felt that the saliva was about to flow out, and she shrank back forcefully.

"I ate potato chips, cucumber flavored?" Fu Yuhuang asked out of breath.

It turned out that he was tasting what she ate.

"I also ate cotton candy." Mu Qian explained with a smile.

Fu Yuhuang looked at her bright eyes and white teeth, and his eyes became a little fascinated again, his Adam's apple rolled, and he uttered a word hoarsely, "En."

He kissed her graceful thin neck and licked her skin.

"Itching." Mu Qianqian pushed his strong chest.

He was too hot.

"Fu Yuhuang, I'm here to tell you something." Mu Qianqian said.

"Huh?" His final voice went up, sexy and ambiguous, without stopping, his fingers unbuttoned her clothes.

The color of the night casts a veil on the desires of people.

Behind the tulle, unbridled fermentation, development, unabashed.

His hands penetrated deep into her back and unfastened the buckles.

Mu Qianqian felt his clothes loosen, so he paused and looked at his beautiful eyes.

She originally wanted to tell him that she would never meet again.

She's not going to have his child anymore, let him rest assured.

But now it feels weird.

It seemed like he was going to do that to her.

The temperature in her body was also driven by him.

Hot and misty.

They all said that it was very comfortable to do that. She didn't know what it was like, and she wanted to feel comfortable.

Let's not talk about it for now.

Mu Qianqian pursed her lips and remained silent, as if acquiescing.

The beam in Fu Yuhuang's eyes was frenetic, and he could see that she was not resisting.

He pushed her inner shirt onto her collarbone, lowered his head...and kissed...

Mu Qianqian felt that the temperature in his mouth was so high, as if he was going to melt her.

Her breathing was also heavier, her vision was a little slack, she slowly narrowed her eyes, and made a thin voice.

The voice was very small, choking, like a kitten's coquettish, more like an invitation.

Fu Yuhuang's abdomen was tense and painful, he held her small hand and went in from the edge of his trousers, and kissed her lips again.

Mu Qianqian remembered how the woman in the video did it, and she also learned from the woman's way, slowly fiddling...