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 (6) [Slight H]

Although Song Tingyu didn't say a hard word, this gesture of refusal was indeed full.

It didn't disappoint her. Zhou Jinyuan chuckled lightly after hearing what she said, and stopped.

The two simply cleaned up, tidyed up the messy room, and fell asleep like this.

The sky was getting brighter, and a few mischievous rays of sunlight fell through the gaps into the house.

In her sleep, Song Tingyu felt a pair of messy hands floating on her waist, gradually downward.

"Don't..." She pushed gently, opened her eyes in a daze, took out her phone from under the pillow and glanced at it.

This time I felt energetic, rubbed the corners of my eyes, and turned his head and said: "Are you not going to work?"

If she remembered correctly, Zhou Jinyuan should go to work at nine o'clock, and now it's nine-thirty.

The tender body was closer to Zhou Jinyuan's body because of her movements, and the smooth skin rubbed a few times, which easily aroused a man's desire.

Zhou Jinyuan took a cold breath, lowered her head and pointed at her pinna and whispered, "No more, go on you."

He licked Song Tingyu's ears, his hot tongue licked her ears, and moved down her neck.

He had just recovered a little sober mind and became blinded by his provocation, Zhou Jinyuan's hand was not idle, and it touched the woman's flower hole.

The wet mucus covered his hands, and Zhou Jinyuan's handsome face showed a gentle smile.

Taking advantage of this gap, Song Tingyu propped up, grabbed Zhou Jinyuan's arm, flicked at the slender knuckles with his fingers, opened a small mouth, and wrapped it tightly with a flexible tongue.

It was just one night, enough for her to rest, and now she was alive again.

Almost instantly, her body was depressed.

The ferocious and huge cock slammed it in, hitting the deepest place heavily.

"Ah..." Zhou Jinyuan entered too fast, Song Tingyu didn't react, her throat tightened, and she shouted out like a moan and a scream.

Red Yanyan's nipples were stuck hard between the two, even if they didn't move anything right now, they were already eager.

Song Tingyu could only lie on the bed, enduring waves of pleasure after another.

Hot and humid kisses fell all over her body, as if she had already surrendered, licking sincerely and passionately.

Song Tingyu was softened by Zhou Jinyuan's kiss, and the flower fluid flowed out from the depths, dampening the giant body, flowing along the crevices, flowing through the pink chrysanthemum hole, and did not reach the bed sheet.

"Really sensitive." Zhou Jinyuan couldn't help but said.

She is just a small person made of water, as long as he touches it lightly, it will be wet and messy, and his libido will be high.

He broke Song Tingyu's legs to the utmost, holding up the woman's snow-white round buttocks with both hands, thrusting faster.

Meirou tightly tugged at the man's hard object, and the comfort and soreness made Song Tingyu feel uncomfortable and comfortable. The lips overflowed if there was a groan like nothing, and the red lips were bitten by the teeth, as if trying to restrain it. write.

Zhou Jinyuan couldn't help but smile, and dropped a kiss on the little red lips, dexterously making her teeth stop biting her lips: "I like your name..."

The beautiful body was held by the man, and the snow buttocks were full of fingerprints left by the man. Song Tingyu opened her mouth, and Zhou Jinyuan caught her tongue. She continued to suck, the force became stronger and stronger, and the root of the tongue was sucked. It's numb and can only make a whimpering sound.

Routines are routines!

After finally being let go, Song Tingyu gasped and thought.

She shouldn't have said anything last night and keep it until today. Her whole body seemed to fall apart. The man stayed and twitched in her body tirelessly, and her mind and body were no longer under her control.

The groaning sound lasted for a long time, and suddenly, the ringing of the phone broke the bewildered bedroom.

Song Tingyu looked over, she was the one who called.

Zhou Jinyuan stopped, squinted slightly and retreated a few minutes, leaving room for Song Tingyu.

Seeing his movements, Song Tingyu breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and took the mobile phone, coughed his throat twice, and connected the phone.

"Hey, Miss, the noon flight is delayed until three o'clock in the afternoon, so don't go out yet." A crisp female voice emerged from the other end, causing Song Tingyu to think of her own schedule.

She is going to the Landu signing event today. She has forgotten about it, or has no impression at all.

"Ah--" he was about to answer, his body moved forward abruptly, and he collapsed on the bed.

"Hello, what's the matter?" The woman quickly asked when she heard Song Tingyu's scream.

Zhou Jinyuan!

Song Tingyu was simply convinced, and stared at Zhou Jinyuan fiercely. He was caught off guard by a violent impact that just reached her sensitive point and almost came to an climax.

It was a shame to lose face to grandma's house. Biting her lip to calm her breath, she said to the phone: "It's okay, I just tripped over by something."

Hearing that it’s okay, the woman patted her chest and said, "Little ancestor, you are going to sign the sale, but you can’t have an accident. Usually you are told not to throw things on the ground. It really fell. It’s too late to regret. ."

Zhou Jinyuan stared at Song Tingyu's face with a faint smile, waiting for her answer.

Song Tingyu rolled her eyes: "Don't worry, I'll take care of'him' in a while, so I won't delay things."

Deal with him? What to do.