6

This is destined to be a night of passion.

When Ye Qingchen pressed Xue Xue under her body against the guest, and eagerly and rudely tore through the small eye-catching dress of the woman, she knew that her teasing was successful.

At this time, the man had already let go of all the gentleness that he usually showed in front of the public, and the whole person exuded a depressed and cruel breath, like a seductive and degenerate demon, full of danger and... fatal.

Xue Xue grabbed Ye Qingchen's neck.

Ye Qingchen looked at her.

The swarthy eyeballs were like thick ink that couldn't disperse, and they didn't show any light.

Seeing that there are still a few people.

But Xue Xue liked it.

"Ye Yingdi, this dress is rented. It's very valuable. You just talked about it like this. What can I tell others?"

Xue Xue said as he leaned against Ye Qingchen's body.

The soft plumpness pressed against the man's distinct fierce texture.

Ye Qingchen didn't speak, but the rolling apple tree had already revealed the master's uneasy emotions.

"Ye Yingdi...ah..."

The man suddenly jumped up like a hungry wolf.

His big mouth bit his lips, tender and jelly like.

For the first time in his life, a woman's lipstick didn't have a chemically scent and nauseating taste, and it was even so delicious that he wanted to taste it again and again, wishing to swallow the small mouth directly into his belly.

"Well..."

Ye Qingchen's movements caught Xue Xue off guard, but after reacting, he chose not to be outdone and took the initiative to master the rhythm.

Soon, their tongues became entangled together.

"call..."

"Ok..."

The breath of the man and the woman entangled with each other, and the sound of water and the wheezing sounds combined to form an extremely ambiguous song. Just listening to it makes people feel blush and heartbeat.

This is the first time Ye Qingchen has kissed a woman outside the scene to the point of completely forgetting himself.

After waiting until the breathable air became thinner and thinner, the two people finally separated.

The silver thread is endless, hard to separate.

Ye Qingchen's white face was full of redness that only appeared after drunkenness. His breath was unstable, his hair was messy, and his forehead was stained with sweat. He looked rather embarrassed.

On the other hand, Xue Xue, even if the kissed lips are swollen, and the long hair that is tied up is scattered and scattered behind his head, but the pair of moist black eyes are still clear and clean, with enough insight. The sharpness of the heart.

Ye Qingchen is very rare and has a sense of embarrassment to be seen through.

But Xue Xue couldn't let him escape.

Like a vine-climbing plant, Su's hand circled Ye Qingchen.

"Ye Yingdi's kissing skills..." Red lips rubbed the man's chin. "It turned out to be nothing more than that..."

A woman winks like silk, exhales like a blue, seductive like a demon Jing reincarnation, but Ye Qingchen didn't miss the bright provocation in the other's eyes, and the disapproval that could stab the male's self-esteem.

His pupils shrank hard.

There was a fire in my heart, which was suddenly lit.

Enough to start a prairie fire.

"Um... um... harder... ah... so comfortable... um..."

"Really scratch."

Although the mouth was commented like this, the speed of the man's lower body twitching did not decrease but increased. It seemed like he was going to the end of a woman's narrow aisle every time, even with two full pouches, he kept slapping his tender buttocks. On, leaving a red mark.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Really...Is it so cool?" The man with red eyes, no longer always looks like Yu, asked fiercely. "Why do you clamp so tightly? Roubang is going to be clamped to death, eh..."

"Of course it's cool." Xue Xue, whose voice was going to be dumb, still refused to admit defeat, raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, facing Ye Qingchen's eyes. "If Ye Yingdi can last longer, I will be even more refreshed... um... ah----"

Men can't withstand excitement the most.

Especially when in bed.

Ye Qingchen's movements stopped until Xue Xue undid his willow-like waist, and when he wanted him to stop dragging him, he pulled out the whole soft stick, and then slammed it deep.

"Um-you-uh, uh... uh..."

Xue Xue's face frowned, but his eyebrows were full of traces of joy and pain.

Under the strong manipulation of the man, the chaotic consciousness caused the words to his lips to become fragmented, coquettish and charming moans.

"No more...you, woo...too deep...um...there, um, so numb...ah..."

Xue Xue has been counted, and how many times he has experienced orgasm.

She felt like duckweed drifting to the sea unintentionally, she could only follow the flow, passively greet the turbulent waves that hit her from time to time, but she had nothing to do.

This Jushenxiu is squeamish, not long after being tossed like this, the tired person will fall apart.

However, the vengeful man did not intend to let her go so easily.