[007]Miss M

Because it was M's usual car, Bond didn't dare to be too presumptuous in the car, but kept moving his hands back and forth on Scarlett's thigh.

It took less than 5 minutes to drive from M's residence to Scarlett's house. As soon as he got out of the car, Bond picked Scarlett up in his arms and strode towards the door: "The key."

Almost at the moment the door closed, Scarlett was pushed heavily against the wall again.

"Smells of alcohol." Scarlett leaned forward and bit Bond's lower lip, "Go take a shower."

Bond was rejected twice, a little unhappy: "Are you with me?"

"Okay!" Scarlett shrugged and readily agreed, "But I haven't lived at home for nearly two months, and I just clean it regularly. I have to clean up the bedroom first." Seeing Bond's black face, She leaned close to his ear, let her breath hit his earlobe, and said softly, "Then I will accompany you, okay?"

Scarlett Bond has never seen such a soft tone twice today, such a coquettish girl, people can't help but feel more affectionate.He temporarily suppressed his desire and took a deep breath: "I only give you 5 minutes."

"Is 5 minutes enough?" Scarlett rubbed Bond's lower body provocatively.

"Enough to make you orgasm!"

"Good boy!" Scarlett pushed Bond into the bathroom and went back to the room to tidy up.The house was cleaned yesterday, and there was no dust accumulation in the house. I took out the thin quilt from the cabinet and turned on the heating in the room.

When she walked into the bathroom, Scarlett had already taken off all her outer clothes, leaving only her bra and panties.

"Four minutes and 57 seconds." Bond pulled Scarlett into his arms, soaked her whole body in warm water, and kissed her on the back. "It's still three seconds away."

"I've always had good timing." Scarlett took Bond's hand over her chest.

"Compared to your marksmanship?"

Scarlett knew that Bond was asking if she had been the one who shot in Istanbul, would she not have been able to aim: "Maybe you will be hit by mistake as well."

She was telling the truth. Given Eve's distance at the time, she wouldn't be sure to hit the opponent. After all, moving targets are difficult to hit, not to mention that the distance is almost beyond the range of the shot.

"How is your injury?" Scarlett wanted to turn around and look at the wound on Bond's body, "You disappeared for two months, judging from the situation at that time, you fell off the train and went down the river, Who saved you?"

"That doesn't matter," Bond said, avoiding the question. "A couple of innocuous organs, four broken ribs, nothing serious. If you're the one you're targeting, I think I'm dead. "

"Huh? Ah—" Scarlett didn't understand, but suddenly her lower body hurt, and Bond directly took off her obscene pants and stabbed in.

Although both of them had been emotional before, they didn't have enough foreplay. Even though she was already wet, she still couldn't bear his huge size all at once.

For nearly a year, the two of them had nothing to do with each other, and Scarlett was more important than Bond thought, so he couldn't help but snorted: "Hmm... the peony flowers are dead."

"I'm not Peony."

Peony is graceful and luxurious, with a national beauty and heavenly fragrance, and she really can't match her.

"You are..." Bond moved slightly, and felt Scarlett's body clamped reflexively. He really missed this tight and exciting feeling, and kept lightly touching her chest. Gently rubbing, relieving the tightness of her body, "The king of flowers in my heart."

The warm water from the shower sprinkled on the two of them, and the bathroom mirror was covered with water vapor. Sensing that Scarlett's body had begun to relax, Bond asked Scarlett to bend down, put his hands on the washstand, and slowly Moved slowly.

The only sound in the bathroom was the slapping of bodies and the gurgling of water.

"Ah——" Scarlett's body was turned over by Bond, who picked her up, sat her on the sink, and unfastened her bra with one hand.

"Bond..." Scarlett put her hands into his hair, calling his name in a low voice, "Bond, Bond..."

He finally came back safely, and finally he didn't appear in her dream.

"I'm here..." He naturally heard the tenderness in her voice, he kissed her lips again, and whispered, "I'm here..."

"Hmm..." The feeling of being stuffed in the body.

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"You are most beautiful when you don't wear anything." Scarlett's body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and she was extraordinarily radiant and alluring naked at the moment. Bond held her in this posture and hugged her by the waist He got up and strode towards the bedroom, the night was long and the spring night was short, he didn't want to waste a moment.

Putting her on the beige bed sheet, he stood at the end of the bed, his eyes lingering on her longingly.

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He snorted and lowered his head to kiss her slender and delicate collarbone.Pulling her legs up to her waist, Bond's hair reached the entrance, soaked the remaining nectar, and sent it heavily into the tunnel.

After entering, he was no longer in a hurry to move.He stopped in her body, did not move, leaned close to her ear, the hot air penetrated into her ear and eyes, and stimulated her to tighten: "Marry me."

Scarlett didn't say a word, and wanted to perfunctory her with such a simple proposal?But his lower body was swollen to the brim, but he didn't move. The empty itch deep in the lower abdomen became deeper and deeper, as if the itch had penetrated into the bone marrow, but it still couldn't be relieved. She moaned in pain, her body slightly Lifting up, the legs wrapped around his waist were clamped even tighter, and his body was also slightly arched.

Bond looked down at her eager look: "Want? Then do you want to marry me?"

Soul pale!

Scarlett gave Bond a hard look, this insidious guy, don't try to use this to force her to submit!

"Ah——" Bond slammed it hard, hitting the deepest part. They were familiar with each other enough to know where her G-spot was. After pushing it, she only felt itchy. The man looked at him with a smile on his face, but didn't move any more.

In fact, Bond is also depressed and uncomfortable, but in order to force a stubborn woman to let go, he will never move first. Anyway, this night, he has temporarily suppressed his desire twice. Before that, he suppressed it for nearly a year. ?How is it possible?

Scarlett bit her lips tightly and refused to let go, she just frowned and continued to stare at the man in front of her.Bond leaned over and kissed her red and swollen lips, and stabbed forward slightly: "Do you still want to be brave?"

"What kind of marriage proposal is this? Just want me to agree?"

"No, it's not a marriage proposal," said Bond with a serious face. "It's an inducement. Do you—do you want it?"

"Bond——" Scarlett's voice was a little hoarse, and there was a little bit of crying. God knows how uncomfortable she is now, but the man held her waist and didn't even let her move.

Bond raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, slowly twitched in her body like a reward, but stopped immediately: "Call me."

The pleasure caused by the friction came from the joint between the two, and hit the brain directly. Scarlett's hand on his shoulder grasped a little tighter, touching the scar left by the gunshot wound on it: "Bond..."

Bond moved again with a smile, and then stopped: "Go on, call me affectionately..."

Scarlett originally wanted to ask about the scar, but she had to call him by name. Every time he called, he would move slowly. The slow rubbing seemed to be drinking poison to quench thirst, which made her even more intolerable.

Both of them have been trained, even if they are both tortured by the pain of not getting what they want, neither will give in first.

Because of the stop and go, Bond endured extremely hard. Bean-sized drops of sweat slid down his neck and landed on Scarlett's white chest. Under the orange light, it was even more alluring.

"Scarlett, will you marry me?"

Scarlett finally compromised: "Bond, give it to me, please..."

"Promise or not?"

"I promise, I promise you, I promise you everything..."

"So cute!" Bond praised Scarlett, imitating Scarlett's previous tone.

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The author has something to say: Maybe...a certain supporting role of a recently popular British drama will come to make soy sauce→→I happened to see MI[-] in it...

Cough cough, don't get involved with the plot of that show, just because I need someone with a high IQ, I asked him to help me...

You all know who I'm talking about...

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