QST(H) I: The Delicate Flowers are Hard to Grow [快穿之娇花难养]

Danmei Painter x Male Frequency Editor-in-chief (4) [H]

When he closed his eyes, the feeling on the forehead is clearer than before. He felt the touch of soft flesh from time to time on the side of his face, and he could also smell the faint fragrance of perfume on the woman's body.

"Left." Song Tingyu shouted, twisting her body.

He raised his eyebrows and slowly began to move forward in darkness, Meixue kept twisting under these movements, making him have to try his best to restrain it.

From the living room to the bathroom, clothes were scattered all over the place.

"Turn right." Seeing that it was about to arrive, Song Tingyu was a little disappointed.

I thought that the man would be a little ugly, but he went to the bathroom right away, but he didn't make any mistakes. Even what she deliberately said wrong, except for the initial pause, can not tolerate mistakes afterwards.

Zhou Jinyuan's dissatisfaction in her tone was heard clearly and lifted from her chest.

The glasses have long been taken off, and the extremely black eyes are like leopards walking leisurely, as if they are calculating something, and they seem to be accumulating energy.

Obviously it was only the first time we met, but the two of them cooperated tacitly.

The hot water in the shower spurted out before the clothes were taken off. Thoroughly wet the half-fading clothes of the two of them.

Song Tingyu hadn't reacted yet, the strength that supported her body suddenly pulled away. When your legs slip, you will fall to the ground.

Before the panic scream could be called out, a pair of powerful arms twisted his body.

"The restless little thing." Zhou Jinyuan snorted with wet body, her chest pressed against Song Tingyu's back.

The body was wet and the hot tip of the tongue was walking on the jade back. Song Tingyu felt her body numb so badly that she couldn't help but hummed, "Itching..."

She pushed her arm against Zhou Jinyuan's body, trying to break free.

But at this time, how could Zhou Jinyuan let her run away, her licking movement was lighter, and her hands confined the woman's waist, stroking her buttocks, and gently twitching.

Song Tingyu's hand weakly brushed Zhou Jinyuan's arm, trying to find a support point.

The turbulent body was tight, except for the slight movement from the junction of the body, but also the sound of drops of water falling on the ground.

The stupefied body was turned over again like a pancake, and the hot kiss from the front got into her lips again and hooked with her tongue.

Both cheeks are bulging, sucking each other's body fluid constantly.

Zhou Jinyuan couldn't help it anymore, her thrusting speed gradually slowed down, her muscles tightened, and Song Tingyu's already hazy eyebrows were seen in her eyes.

Fair skin becomes red and glowing when heated by hot water aliveness is like being doted once.

He withdrew from Song Tingyu's red lips and bit her lower lip: "Isn't it arrogant before?"