Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Cui Sanning was frightened by him and called him in a trembling voice: "Third Uncle."

The hand wrapped in cinnabar lightly rested on the coat on his chest.

As he breathed out, the sweet smell of sweet-scented osmanthus wine hit his face, Quan Yu's eyes darkened: "I'll have a taste."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the corridor happened to go out. He lowered his head and tasted the taste of his thoughts day and night.

What is the instinct to be caught by a wild animal?

Subconsciously, she leaned back to escape, but a big hand grabbed the back of her head, making her tilt her head up to meet him and not be able to refuse.

Knocking lightly, his teeth slightly opened, he drove straight in, not allowing her to dodge, and the force became heavier, and the hand on his waist restrained her like a branding iron.

The palm on the back of her head slowly moved forward and completely grasped her lower jaw.

The strength was so great that it was numbing with pain, and I couldn't bear him being like this. Moisture overflowed, my eyes were blurred, and tears were hazy.

Cui Sanning couldn't hold it back, and a moan escaped from her sealed lips.

The soft anger made Quan Yu's flesh and blood tighten, and he took a step forward, pressing against the door, ferociously, like a beast tasting the prey under his palm, and the sharp claws on his waist moved up and down unbearably.

His movements made Cui Sanning shrink into his arms involuntarily, trying to escape, but she ignored the fact that the two of them were already in perfect harmony.

The hand that was originally resting lightly in front of him tightly grasped his coat, pinching out wrinkles.

The long struggle and constant swallowing left her breathless, and her neck, which had been tilted up, was sore, and her white and tender palms slapped him feebly.

Sensing her discomfort, Quan Yu finally withdrew, the silk thread lingering and pulling.

Their foreheads were pressed against each other, they couldn't stop panting, and when they saw the tears in the corners of her eyes, they lowered their eyes to her moist, red lips that were constantly panting.

The already uncontrollable desire burned even more passionately.

He chuckled in a hoarse voice: "Why are you crying again? Are you made of water?"

His head slid down and rested against the crook of her neck. The cheongsam with a semi-stand-up collar covered his desire. He could only gently hold her earlobe in his mouth and warm it to make it as hot as him.

Cui Sanning's legs instantly softened. She was itchy and turned her head sideways: "Uncle, don't..."

The fire in Quan Yu's eyes became even more intense. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to turn around, hugging her from behind.

He put his hands around her waist, and wet heat fell intermittently behind her ears again. He sipped gently and said hoarsely: "Open the door, Sangsang."

No matter how stupid Cui Sanning is, she knows she can't let him in at this moment.

There was a slight tremor in his voice, not from fear, but from an unquenchable emotional desire: "Don't go in."

After a moment of pause, she said again: "You go, I will open the door when you leave."

The chest that was close to her behind began to tremble slightly, Quan Yu laughed muffledly, and the broad palms on his waist fell on her soft belly.

She moved her body and her voice was sexy and hoarse, with a hint of scorn that she had never heard before: "Baby, how can I leave now?"

As he spoke, he moved forward to let her feel his embarrassment, deliberately moving forward to let her know. The sound of "baby" made Cui Sanning's legs completely weak, and her bones were numb.

She wailed inwardly, vixen.

Quan Yu kissed her exposed white neck gently, torturing her again and again, and coaxed: "Be obedient, I will go in slowly and stop kissing, okay?"

Cui Sanning didn't believe him, Quan Yu's eyes were full of dark desire, and he used his trump card: "Baby, I feel uncomfortable."

The naked hardness behind her made Cui Sanning feel that he was really uncomfortable. She hesitated and asked him to promise: "I won't continue."

Behind her, Quan Yu rested his chin on her shoulder, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile in his eyes: "Yeah."

Cui Sanning's hand fell on the door lock and she entered the password. The moment the door opened, the person behind her pushed her in hard. Before the exclamation ended, he turned around, picked her up and pressed her down. As he closed the door, a deafening slam sounded behind him, shaking his whole back.

Quan Yu raised his hand and turned on the light in the room, took off her coat and threw it on the cabinet nearby.

The generous palms hooked the crook of his legs, hugging him firmly, close to each other, and the two hands hooked the back of his neck in panic. The cold hands made Quan Yu hiss, and he frowned, why were his hands so cold.

Contrary to her coolness, his own body was burning hot. Even his blood was boiling now.

A hand moved up from below, grabbed her hand on the back of his neck, pulled her into the collar of the back and stretched it out: "Put it in, keep it warm."

Following his movements, Cui Sanning put his hands in, and the hot skin dissipated the coldness.

The big hand fell on the leg around his waist again, and Cui Sanning was so frightened that he twisted his waist in panic: "Uncle, you said you won't continue."

Quan Yu took a breath and couldn't help but patted her buttocks: "Don't move."

"If you move again, something will happen." warned her.

Cui Sanning immediately blushed, how could he...

He didn't dare to move anymore, but the palm falling on his thigh was so unignorable, and... in front of him.

Next to the door was a floor-to-ceiling mirror. He only glanced at Cui Sanning and then looked away.

She buried her head firmly on his shoulder and refused to raise her head.

The cheongsam slipped up due to the movement of him holding her, and his big palm happened to fall on the slit.

Quan Yu followed her gaze and glanced at the mirror, with a smile in his eyes, and deliberately weighed her: "What's wrong?"

The result was a thousand wounds to the enemy and eight hundred losses to himself. Both of them let out a soft cry. Quan Yu felt the overwhelming desire, but he would rather endure the torture than distance himself.

The head on the shoulder continued to be buried, and he said in a muffled voice: "Put me down."

Quan Yu raised his eyes and glanced at the living room, the corners of his mouth raised: "Okay."

After saying that, he carried her and walked towards the living room, bent down and put her on the sofa. Cui Sanning originally thought that he was going to let her go, but unexpectedly he pressed down and enveloped her whole body.

"Uncle..." She breathed out softly, trying to get up but was restrained and unable to move.

The legs slipped from the waist, slightly bent, the cheongsam slid up,

He gasped in a hoarse voice: "Don't move, I'll slow down."

Cui Sanning stopped pushing his shoulders and gently touched him. All the room could hear was his heavy breathing and his own heartbeat.

Suddenly, his fingertips fell on the buckle of the cheongsam stand-up collar. Cui Sanning was startled and held his fingers tightly: "Third uncle."

Quan Yu pressed her forehead, his fingers fell on her collarbone through the fabric, and slowly slid over: "Sang Sang, I want to take a look here."

She seemed to have never been exposed, and the neckline of every piece of clothing covered it just right.

This made Quan Yu feel that only he knew here.

Cui Sanning was surprised as to why he knew. Before she could ask him, she heard his suppressed grievance: "Baby, please, let Third Uncle see."

Unable to stand him being like this, confused and obsessed, Cui Sanning slowly let go of his fingers.