Lady's Love Letter GL

When I came back from Gaofu, it was time to arrive.I was full of energy and didn't feel sleepy, so I dragged Bai Xuanwei to my mother's courtyard.Since my mother left, no one has lived here, and only servants come to clean it every day.There is a natural hot spring in the mother's small courtyard, surrounded by high-quality white marble from Cangshan Mountain, and because of this hot spring, this place also got the elegant name of Yueyao Ripples.

Bai Xuanwei and I put down our buns for each other, removed our clothes, and stepped into the hot water arm in arm.

A round and a half moon hangs high in the sky, and there is silence everywhere.I held her hand tightly and leaned on her shoulder like this. After a long time, I said softly, "What kind of person were you before you met me? What kind of life did you live? I never heard you tell me Things from the past."

"Before I met you, I lived in Jinyang City for half a year. Most of the days I would go to the market to tell my fortune. When I first arrived there, some people would crowd me out in the market. If I had nothing to do, I would gather my brothers to trouble me. Those who come and go are also familiar with each other, and I also met Lao Dao at that time..."

While she was talking, I sat on her lap, put one arm around her, and slowly slid down her neck with the other.She is so thin, no matter how many times I have sex with her, I will always feel this way.Caressing every inch of her skin and skin back and forth, it seems that a little force can crush her.She once said that she is the most vicious bone face, and the book says that such a bone face is doomed to have no one to rely on in her life. Before she finished speaking, I covered her mouth.

Just looking at each other like this, I asked again, "You don't look like someone who can buy property, where do you live?" After I finished speaking, I covered her lower body and body with one hand, and pressed repeatedly, and she half-closed her eyes. I enjoyed it very much, "Well, I live here today and there tomorrow, and I don't have a fixed place." I put in a little more strength, poked and fingered carefully, and was about to enter, when she snorted a few times, He held me and said, "Be patient."

I pulled and retracted my fingers, continued to knead repeatedly, pulled her in again, and blew into her ear, "What about before? Huh?"

She was originally much more sensitive than me, so she couldn't help but hug me tightly at this moment, "Before, I was, um..."

"I was in Xiangyang, and before that, Yangzhou. I stayed in these three places for the longest time. Sometimes I find interesting places on the road, and I will stay for a while."

I buried my head in front of her chest, gently sucking, gnawing, and biting in my mouth.A finger has already been passed in, and it is slowly twitching and moving.

"Where is your favorite place?"

She squeezed out two words intermittently, "Yang, Yangzhou."

"What do you like about Yangzhou?" I stopped for a while.

She had time to catch her breath, and she collapsed into my arms, "Yangzhou, just like in the poem, the green hills are faintly covered with water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River is not withered in autumn. It's a good time for people."

She pressed against my cheek, rubbing back and forth.She likes this kind of comfortable intimacy best.

"Is it better for me, or for the jade man?"

After I asked, I wanted to hear her answer, but I didn't want to hear her answer.

Not long after, he kissed her lips, drove straight in, picked and played with her tongue and tip.Add another finger, maintain this posture, push in and out with more force from bottom to top.In this way, she kept trembling in my arms, moaning and groaning from time to time, experiencing the pleasure of eclipse and bone again and again.

The water vapor was thick, and she was faintly red all over, her head was resting on my shoulder, motionless.After a long time, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I want to take you to see it."

"Bai Xuanwei, I..." I was momentarily shy and didn't know how to speak, and changed the subject again, "What were you like when you were a child? Where are your parents?"

As soon as I finished asking, she felt her body stiffen inch by inch. She let go of me, leaned back, lowered her head halfway, and said quietly, "I don't know who my parents are. When I was young, I was very Be good." She clearly looked as usual, but she could not hide the long sorrow, like a very good child, separated from her family, standing in the crowd at a loss.

I couldn't bear to ask any more.

When she raised her head again, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, and she stroked my back lightly, her fingertips skimming the welts.Sighing, "Your injury hasn't healed yet, it will take a few more days."

"Anyway, it will never get better. You have to remember, it's you, it's you who make me hurt so much time and time again."

I leaned over and bit her earlobe, "I don't want to be here, go to the room, to my mother's spirit card."

I just want you to feel guilty, I want you to owe me, and you don't want to go anywhere until you pay it off.

She looked gloomy and said no more.He stretched out his hand to grab a thin shirt, got up and put it on, picked me up from the water, and carried me to my mother's bedroom.The room that had not been lived in for a long time was extremely cold, my teeth were trembling from the cold, she put me down with a cold face.I immediately reached out to grab the bedding.

"Am I allowed to move?"

I was stunned, looked at her in disbelief, and shook my head mysteriously.

She leaned forward, put her legs between my buttocks, and rubbed back and forth in a moderate manner.

"you……"

"Have I allowed you to speak?"

I like the way she looks strong from the bottom of my heart, but even when I forced her to wave and whip at me, there was a bit of pity in her strength, and she really couldn't bear it.She should be able to satisfy my distorted little thoughts like this now, but the paradox is that I feel extremely wronged.After getting along for so long, it was the first time she got angry with me, and I realized that it was so terrible for her to get angry.My eyes were red, but she didn't even look at it, she held me down, and the wound on her back was painful.

"Don't cry." She kneaded my chest vigorously, and said, "Cry later." Then she pressed tightly on my body, only occasionally giving a few words of order, let me kneel, let me lie on my stomach , and looked for every sensitive and sensitive place on my body, and repeatedly stimulated without mercy.At first, I was able to grit my teeth and endure every wave of shock, but then I couldn't control my groaning and groaning anymore, and then when I couldn't scream, I could only hold on to everything that could be grabbed on the bed. Like a drowning person clutching at the last straw, I burst into tears and kept begging in a low voice, but she seemed to have never heard of it.

With a "snap", my leg and root were hit again.

"Kneel well." In her voice, there was no refusal, and she added one or two fingers punitively, all the way to the end, pumping and thrusting back and forth at a speed that almost made me collapse, and the pain like swelling and cracking hit me, and I cried He shouted loudly, "I was wrong, Bai Xuanwei, I know I was wrong."

Finally hearing this sentence, she paused and slowly withdrew her hand.

"I can't kneel anymore." I didn't dare to move casually, so I could only ask for instructions.

She immediately carefully supported my trembling body, let me lie down, pulled the quilt, and covered me carefully.She touched my cheek and gave me a gentle kiss, "Hey, go to sleep."

"I hate you." I exhausted my last words. "I love you too."

"I'm deeply guilty," she said, appearing to cry as she said it.

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