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 (16) [H]

Zhou Jinyuan couldn't help but laughed.

It's really served.

He held her head firmly and kissed the lips under those watery eyes.

This is not the first time I have kissed this lip, but every time I experience it is different. Today's lips are obviously smelling of wine, and the mouth is scented.

Kissing, the original simple kiss has changed.

The hand gradually slipped, slowly taking off her clothes.

Song Tingyu was kissed so badly that she was groggy, and she didn't even feel Zhou Jinyuan undressing her.

After Zhou Jinyuan realized what she had done, she was also a little dazed.

Song Tingyu was already entangled.

Tonight she is very different from weekdays.

Relying entirely on him, acting like a baby is like the instinct of the body, exuding it anytime and anywhere, one pouting, one frowning, well-behaved and aggrieved.

He was so soft that he couldn't help but look at her expression when he entered her body.

Song Tingyu frowned slightly and opened her small mouth. Qiongbi gently inhaled, shaking for a few minutes.

"Hug." At this dull moment, Song Tingyu yelled.

Sooner or later, he will die on her.

Zhou Jinyuan thought silently, he never felt that he was a softhearted person, but now he broke his principles again and again.

Her amorous feelings, her cunning, her squeamishness.

Every aspect is different, which is really exciting.

Song Tingyu could feel the gentle movement of Zhou Jinyuan in a daze, and when she looked up, she just saw him kissing the base of her thigh.

The crotch twitched slowly, and Song Tingyu's body trembled.

The nectar wrapped the meat stick tightly, and the tingling sensation when twitching made people sigh.

Song Tingyu was more active than Zhou Jinyuan, and she took the initiative to stick to him, entwining him.

He slid his body to his chest, rubbed the nipple and bit on it.

Zhou Jinyuan took a breath, Song Tingyu didn't use much strength, so there was only a little pain.

But in this ambiguous atmosphere, there is also a soft tongue, but he is no longer picky at all times.

The meat stick swelled more severely, his body tightened, and he paused.

Song Tingyu immersed herself in hard work in a happy mood, completely unaware of how sultry she had done.

As if she could suck out milk, she held Zhou Jinyuan's body and refused to let go.

After sucking for a long time, it was like eating a lollipop, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, all licked wet.