The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

One look made Moxier intuitively erected.

The arm went up to his chest and pushed him away. Moxier didn't know what his head was like at this time. The action of conditioning was actually going to the bed.

However, the toes have not touched the ground, but they have been picked up by Qing Muchen.

His strength was very strong, and she was rudely pulled over her. The tall body was like a heavy mountain. He pressed against her, his breath, and it was like a silky net. Let Moxier escape without holes.

When Moxier raised his arm, he thought that he would slap again in the direction of him. However, his hand reached into the air and suddenly he restrained himself.

Qing Muchen couldn’t see her movements, her lips biting her, and she was very intense in kissing her.

His kiss, like last time at the wedding, was rude and overbearing, sweeping her senses, filled with her nerves, seemingly to swallow all the air in her mouth.

Moxier’s hand was still fixed in midair, so he looked at him so determinedly that the body lying under him was as stiff as a piece of lifeless wood.

Qing Muchen did not seem to take care of her feelings, still raging her lips.

The sharp teeth bite her lower lip, bite and pull, as if to bite off the meat on her lips.

Moxier was very painful, but did not say anything.

"Like?" Qing Muchen raised his face, and he couldn't help but float.

"I have no tendency to be abused!" Moxi's face is silent.

She described all the feelings he gave her to be abused.

Qing Muchen seems to be the first time to hear a woman using such adjectives in front of him, raising her eyebrows and looking at her eyes seems a bit unexpected.

"Yes? That doesn't like it?"

“Golden Master believes that his skills are very good?” Moxier did not answer.

"Well, I don't know if I tried it?" Qing Muchen went to a drop of crystal liquid on his lips, and his eyes turned to her red lips. In the wrong eyes of Moxier, he suddenly made a surprise for her. Actions.

The hand reached in her direction, and he gently pressed it on her lips with the fingertips that had just passed over his lips.

Then, she slowly walked along her petal-like lips and wiped the silver silk from her lips.

His movements were slow, and when the fingertips swept along her lips, the thin sputum gently stimulated her skin. Moxier was like a power guide, and a tingling sensation spread from the lips. Awkwardly, it hit the whole body.

"I don't like it, why don't you call it out?" Above the top of the head, the voice of Qing Muchen sounded again, low and dumb, seemingly, with a touch of play.

Moxier's face is a stiff face.

Don't like why you want to call it out?

Still want her to delight him with his voice?

In fact, Qing Muchen couldn't see her expression at all, but from her slightly stiff body, even if she didn't have to look at it, he could imagine what her face would look like now.

Without a little self-knowledge, leaning over, Jun face tends to her, he sighed with a sigh of relief on her ear, and the voice was extremely screaming. "I like your voice at this time!"

He did not rush to go deep, but chatted with her leisurely.

Intonation, lazy, like, in tone.

Moxier did not like this atmosphere very much. In her opinion, Qing Muchen should not be such a patient person.

Now, Qing Muchen, let her wonder a little bit about his thoughts.