Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

Tan Yuran controlled the priorities very well, but it was a matter between two people, and she couldn't be as invisible as a thief.

In the tension of touching the taboo, a desire to move slowly arises, and gradually, I am almost ready to stop ~ I can't.

But Tan Yuran is very calm. Except for a certain part that is already tense, he creates a very affectionate and gentle atmosphere. His eyes seem to be projected on Cheng Qiyan, which will not give people

Straightforward sense of danger.

Gain his attention with soft lips, blow out all self-control.Then guide him with both hands, and lure him to the next step.

Cheng Qiyan quietly opened his eyes amidst the passionate kiss, his clear eyes were smudged with a lingering sadness.

Timely, it seems to be telling him that the next stop is happiness!

But what about this stop?

In the warm room, there are traces of Tan Yuran's warmth everywhere. In the fireplace, there is the sound of wood burning, and within a short distance is Tan Yuran's beautiful face.

It turned out that this station has been occupied by this man's scenery...

Cheng Qiyan lightly closed his eyes, why not let his heart try to face up to his own feelings.

They fell down on the sofa, but Cheng Qiyan's body stiffened involuntarily.

But the hug that followed soothed his emotions, Tan Yuran was not in a hurry for the next move, but let the two bodies stick together for a long time, and did not do anything else.

He suddenly laughed because the other party was cautious.

They kissed together again, Cheng Qiyan peeled off Tan Yuran's bathrobe, compared with the lingering just now, at this moment, the passion was really burning.

They rolled from the sofa to the floor, the fire of desire burned away their reason, and the dew of temptation penetrated the last restraint.

Cheng Qiyan's high spirits were wrapped in Tan Yuran's mouth, and his lips and tongue were skillfully teased, causing waves that were higher than waves.

The front hair on the forehead was wet with sweat, Cheng Qiyan pushed it away with his hands, lay on his back on the ground, with one arm across his eyes, and the other hand gently and sometimes heavily grabbed the tassels on the edge of the carpet.

Panting, depression mixed with joy, spit out slightly trembling.

In the whirling chaos, the strong desire to be released, the pleasure surged out from the exit, splashing everywhere.

Tan Yuran took away Cheng Qiyan's arm that blocked his eyes, and raised his chin. His eyes were misty, his cheeks were flushed, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were stained with emotion.

It attracted Tan Yu's lust~burning his body, his mouth was dry and he wanted to taste it deeply.

He reached down with one hand and walked up with the other, his slender and sexy fingers rested on the small bright red fruit,

The crimson tongue sticks out, aiming at the charming protrusion flexibly, swirling and licking it sensitively and domineeringly, sometimes making a fuss, sometimes flicking left and right, like

It's like a prank.Gently scratching and biting the teeth, causing the other party's itching and slight tingling pain.

Cheng Qiyan's neck was slightly tilted back, and his brows were tightly frowned, as if he was enduring the pain, but also seemed to be restraining the irresistible stimulation.

The two bright red spots were wetted by the body fluid, glowing red and water-colored light, the air hit, and the coolness stimulated the two small fruits.