(Quick Wear) Baby You Are With The Wrong Person

Chapter 191 (H)

☆, dont move! police! 6(H)

　　"Take it off quickly!" Yao Ji leaned into Meng Ye's arms and repeated it viciously.

　　Meng Ye thought that he really didn't understand women anymore. She was obviously the one who was being taken advantage of, so how could she become him instead of fighting to the death? He tried to reason with Yao Ji: "I am a normal man."

　　"Of course I know," Yao Ji rolled her eyes at him, "Otherwise, what's on the back of my waist?" This made Meng Ye choke hard. Seeing that he was speechless, Yao Ji took the opportunity to persuade, "I believe it." You wouldnt treat me like Im taking care of a patient, would you?

　　Under such circumstances, if she said she believed, it was truly trust from the bottom of her heart. Meng Ye couldn't help but feel the weight of being entrusted to him. The man took a deep breath and put his hand on the clasp of the bra.

　　With a snap, the cloth wrapping the plump snow milk fell to the ground. Yao Ji felt a chill in her chest, and the tips of her breasts were exposed to the air, like delicate flowers blooming, erecting at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was strange that even though she was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to stand, her body could still react with excitement driven by instinct.

　　She thought it was not because this body was too sensitive. The man's deep breath was on the side of her neck. When she took off her bra, they were really touching skin-to-skin without any barrier. Not to mention that Meng Ye was still wearing clothes. What could a thin shirt soaked in water change?

　　And this seemed to be a signal. Meng Ye's big hand fell on the edge of his underwear and began to slowly pull it down. Inevitably, his fingers touched Yao Ji's butt. Her plump and round little butt was obviously very elastic. Following the straight curve, the narrow fabric was taken off from between her legs. When it slid across the leg seam at the bottom of the flower door, her big hand suddenly trembled, and Meng Ye's whole body became stiff. .

　　He seemed to...touch the soft and tender petals.

　　"What are you doing standing still?" Yao Ji was puzzled, "Go on."

　　Because they were facing away from each other, she couldn't see the expression on Meng Ye's face. He seemed to be gritting his teeth as hard as he could, his thin lips pursed tightly, and a hard curve formed on his side cheeks due to too much force. It was too difficult, Meng Ye thought. It was even harder to suppress the surging desire than to withstand torture.

　　Having been a police officer for many years, he had encountered "honey traps", more explicit temptations, and more lewd seductions once or twice, but Meng Ye did not waver in the slightest. But Yao Ji was different. No matter how he ordered himself to calm down and told himself not to have any inappropriate thoughts, his body's reaction was the most honest.

　　He thought maybe it was because of Yao Ji's trust in him. The simpler, softer she was, and the more she relied on him wholeheartedly, the more she could give him uncontrollable enthusiasm.

　　Meng Ye felt that he was so despicable, and the alluring torture continued. The panties hung on Yao Ji's legs. If she wanted to take them off completely, she had to spread her other leg. Meng Ye must have risked his life. He wrapped his arms around the little woman's slender waist and used a slight force to pick her up. At the same time, he reached out and took off the underwear from the slender legs.

　　This posture inevitably exposed the spring between Yao Ji's legs. Hua Hu looked like a plump and white little steamed bun, with two clams closed tightly and reservedly. Maybe it was the coolness in the air, or maybe it was the man's. It flinched as if frightened by the heat radiating from its body, and something moist seeped out from between the pink flesh.