Gentle Him

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On the pillow, under the action of the light, the curled eyelashes cast shadows around the eyes, the small nose breathes gently, the rosy lips are slightly parted, and the delicate collarbone is exposed. It is obvious that the large T-shirt cannot cover smaller people Son.

Dim lights, the smell of her and him intertwined in the air, and her dreaming on the bed with a peaceful expression.

Everything seemed to be deliberately seducing Tao Jiayan.

"When the prince saw the sleeping princess, he couldn't help kissing her. As soon as his lips touched the princess, the princess woke up and looked at him sweetly."

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The ending is an excerpt from the fairy tale "Sleeping Beauty".

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Yao Zhaozhao stared at the boy in front of her. This was the first time she dreamed of Tao Jiayan kissing her.

Sure enough, in dreams, anything can come true.

Without any hesitation, she took the initiative to bite his lips.

Soft, like jelly, with a fatal attraction.

The lips and teeth of the two met and gradually hugged each other.

Fingers inserted into the girl's seaweed-like hair, lips and tongue frolicked in the girl's private area, and the other hand grasped the softness of the girl's chest like a master without a teacher.

If the kiss just now was an obsession, then Tao Jiayan is very clear about what happened now.

He is sober, soberly sinking.

The breathing became heavier, the desire was surgical, and the crotch was ready.

His hand poked in from the bottom of the T-shirt, and lightly touched the untouched stamen, which elicited a whisper from its owner.

"Hmm~"

Yao Zhaozhao's legs tightened unconsciously, as if he wanted to drive away the hands exploring the secrets in his absolute domain, but Sakura Lips couldn't help making a sound of longing.

This seems to be a spring dream, a clear and hazy spring dream.

Not knowing what to do, the little tongue was still entangled and played by the boys, and the hands were nervously clutching the bed sheet because the virgin land was being explored.

The boy lowered his eyes, and began to kiss the white and tender breasts with his lips through the T-shirt, and from time to time lightly touched the erect little Hongrui with his teeth.

The movements of his hands remained the same, he had already tentatively inserted a finger, and the inside was warm and tender.

Yao Zhaozhao could only see the boy's black hair lying on his chest, feel his body being tasted by him bit by bit, inch by inch, and gasped involuntarily.

Wait slowly.

Game needs to be simmered slowly to achieve the best taste.