Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

At night, in the bedroom.

Qian Yiman took out the note from the morning and couldn't help but read it over and over again, feeling very sweet in his heart.

When she heard the bathroom door open, she quickly put her things back into the box.

As soon as Yan Zhengting entered the room, she immediately pounced on him, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and clinging to him, refusing to come down.

Yan Zhengting steadily caught the little woman who suddenly rushed towards him, carried her to the bed and sat down.

He especially likes the little woman clinging to him like this.

Suddenly, the little woman in his arms looked up at him and asked, "Captain Yan, have you ever painted flowers for other women before?"

"...Do you think I am someone who has enough time to eat?" Yan Zhengting looked at her with a half-smile but asked without answering.

"It doesn't look like..."

"Manman, I'm very happy that you are jealous for me. Listen carefully, no matter in the past, now or in the future, there is only one you who made me spend so much time..." The man stared straight at She had a smile on her lips.

The tenderness and love flowing in his eyes made her feel extremely comfortable and at ease.

Qian Yiman laughed silently after hearing what he said.

The two of them got tired of each other for a while, and Yan Zhengting was ready to hold her and lie down to sleep.

I understand that it is hard for her to take the train, so I plan not to touch her for the next two days and let her have a good rest.

Of course Qian Yiman couldn't guess the man's thoughts.

She lay in the man's arms with some itching, waiting and waiting...waiting and waiting...Unexpectedly, the man beside her was very honest and didn't seem to want to do anything bad at all.

It's strange, he wasn't like this before.

Where has he gone with all his passion?

She couldn't help but feel a little strange. Since returning home yesterday, apart from kissing and hugging her, he had been very disciplined about his body, not to mention his body, and had not gone out of his way.

Tired of eating?

No interest in her anymore?

But it's not like that. He painted flowers for her in the morning, and he held her in front of her and talked sweetly to her.

No matter, let’s give it a try first.

After doing some mental building up for himself, Qian Yiman plucked up the courage and turned over directly on top of him.

The little hands quietly got into the man's clothes and lingered on the well-defined abdominal muscles. It felt so good.

Male lust is attractive!

She swallowed her saliva, followed his usual behavior, took his earlobe in her mouth and licked it.

Then, it slowly came to the neck. Just as he was about to bite it, he suddenly thought of something and stopped again.

Suddenly he moved to the collarbone and sucked deeply on it. He was not satisfied until a red color appeared.

Now that we have one on the left, let’s add another one on the right. One on each side will be more symmetrical.

Looking at his two masterpieces, Qian Yiman stretched out his white and tender fingers and rubbed them carefully on the red marks, feeling a small sense of satisfaction.

No wonder he usually likes to leave bright red peach blossoms on his body.

Should she say it or not, she liked this feeling very much.

It was rare for this little woman to be so proactive. Yan Zhengting gradually began to feel hot all over as he lay there, but seeing the interested look on the little woman's body, he held back.

I thought to myself, let her play for a while longer.

It was rare to have a chance to hold a man down, so Qian Yiman was also a little excited at this time.

Soon, she abandoned her remaining reserve and began to let herself go completely with a red face.

"Manman..." Yan Zhengting pressed her unruly little hand, and his voice began to become darker.

Seeing that the man was obviously moved by her provocation, Qian Yiman continued to add fuel to the fire without fear of death: "Yan Zhengting, it's been two days since we came back and you haven't even touched me. Are you going to die?" ?”

"What did you say?" Hearing this, Yan Zhengting suddenly opened his eyes.

He raised a big hand and patted her butt dissatisfiedly. Listening to what this little woman said, it seemed that it was impossible not to teach her a lesson.

"I said, are you dying?" I have to say that Qian Yiman really dared to speak tonight.

"Ha...it seems that I am still too considerate of you."

After saying that, they held her and exchanged positions.

By the time Qian Yiman reacted, he was already lying on his back on the bed.

Receiving the dangerous message in the man's eyes, she felt that she had spoken too much.

However, speaking out is like water being thrown out. Now it is too late.

The storm is coming...

Soon, Qian Yiman discovered the truth. This man was not incompetent, he was very good.