Taming Desire (Little Mom)

21

Entering the bathroom after calling the wrong man's name

But in the past few days of the small holiday, they still didn't go to the real horse farm after all.

Compared with hiding in the apartment and turning the clouds and rain, the beautiful scenery of the racecourse is nothing more than that.

Luo Yu did not refuse to reject her, her goal was very simple, which was to get pregnant in these few days.

If she is not pregnant, she is ready to change.

With this attitude, at first she looked at him as an outsider, but after getting along for a long time, she began to change slightly.

The aftertaste of crazy sex was too strong, she curled up on the bed and slept for a long time.

The single bed was narrow, and he slept with her in his arms.

When he woke up at noon, she was still sleepy, so he went to the kitchen to cook.

His craftsmanship seems to be good. Two or three home-cooked dishes, such as soup and rice, are particularly delicious dishes.

Luo Yu's pursuit of appetite has never been much, so she picked up chopsticks and tasted a few mouthfuls, but she didn't expect it to be really delicious, and she showed an approving expression.

The young master's expression was always the same. He didn't talk much when he was in bed, and he didn't talk much when eating. He ate without saying a word, and observed her taste silently with his eyes.

Luo Yu didn't respond to his gaze, but she felt relieved in her heart.

The Duan family mansion seems to be an antonym of everything, with many rules, luxurious and complicated, Duan Wen will arrange her life completely, including what she eats, before she is terminally ill.

Others are naturally envious, and even praised "Look, how much Master Duan loves my young wife".

She will not resist anything, anyway, the deal is done, she is indeed a young woman married by Duan Wen, so she naturally has to take care of her face in front of others.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for others to know the meaning of "marriage", and Duan Wen personally arranged to cheat her into marriage.

She didn't even talk to Duan Wen much.

After all, there is too much age difference, she doesn't like Duan Wen's hobbies, not to mention the work of the group.

Thinking of this, Luo Yu couldn't help but touched her collarbone, and then she was belatedly aware that the ring and necklace had been taken off by her.

The ring was really beautiful, she didn't lose it, but locked it in the dressing cabinet on purpose.

Part of it was to make the young man in front of him let go of his vigilance, and part of it was to miss the person who gave her the ring.

"Sister, what are you thinking?" Seeing her not moving her chopsticks for a long time, the boy raised his eyebrows and asked.

Luo Yu was a little relieved, and her eyes refocused on him.

The early summer sunshine was particularly partial to him, making his facial features impeccable, cold and heroic, with tough lines.

In the eyes of others, her borrowing partner is probably the lover of her dreams.

Luo Yu secretly smiled bitterly, lowered her head and drank the soup.

"I'm thinking about some love and hate."

In the afternoon, they did it again, in the bathroom.

It was she who teased.

The reason was simple, she was going to spend the night in his small apartment, but she didn't bring any clothes with her, so she had to go to a nearby shopping mall to buy them.

She was so tormented by the whole night of sex that she didn't even have the strength to go down the stairs, so she naturally sent him to take a bath while he was away.

Luo Yu is used to checking her body while taking a bath, she doesn't want to leave scars there.

Especially with the frequent sex recently, it is inevitable that there will be marks on the skin.

The blue marks on the knees and the indentations on the elbows never fade away.

They are the best proof of the post-entry posture.

Other than that, he didn't touch her much, her tits were pinched and swollen, tender and red.

Forget it, it's better not to allow him to touch her next time.

Whoever you think about will appear.

There was a polite knock on the door outside the glass. It was he who had bought underwear and was going to put it at the door for her.

Facing such a young master who doesn't know how to taste, Luo Yu inevitably felt a little helpless.

He is so wild on the bed, but he is still behaved, he has to rely on her to guide him every time.

"Young Master..." Amidst the misty sound of water, a bewitching voice blocked the young man's back, "Aren't you coming in..."

What happened next was natural.

The size of the bathroom is small, and when one more person comes in, it will be much crowded and the temperature will be much higher.

He is very hot, his body temperature is hot, his whole body is hot, and even she is unconscious. He is pressed against the glass partition and fucked from behind. His ass is lifted up by him, and the towering snowy breasts are also pumped. In a flash, he patted the glass tremblingly, and immediately got red marks, and it was hard to tell whether it was swollen or bumped.

"Ah... ah... it hurts..." She hated being penetrated so much, she wanted to hide a little, and her toes cramped again.

Sexually, he doesn't seem to need recovery time, but she does.

The small hole is bright red and the skin is broken. The wound left last night is still not healed, and now it is being pushed into and pounded hard. No matter how well maintained her private parts are, she can't stand this kind of force. It's instinct to shrink back.

It's a pity that he didn't have time to retreat, so he sent him to an orgasm.

The misty glass prints the bodies of the two intimately copulating.

The woman was charming and absent-minded, her pupils were slack, and she collided with his shadow in the air.

The hot water from the shower wetted the young man's black hair, a few strands were slightly longer on his forehead, and fell down along the water flow, neutralizing his usual sternness.

This was the first time she saw the appearance of a man himself during sex, and some memories began to surge uncontrollably.

Handsome men always seem to have something in common with each other.

That year and that month, the sea of ​​flowers, the mist of water, and the tide of emotion.

"Ayou..."

Scratching the glass with her slender fingers, the beauty curled up unbearably, and then let go again, unable to control herself.

Moaning too.

Behind him, the strong young man heard clearly, and immediately clenched his fists.

She was whispering another man's name.

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So... everyone should understand how tragic the Shura field of copywriting is, right?

Doi called the wrong man's name, definitely the trigger for angrysex