Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Gu Zheng is suffering so badly that he can no longer control his own reason.

He reached out and grabbed Song's worry-free throat, but tried to control his five fingers without strength.

He looked at her in the shadow: "Is that what you think I want from you in the car? ”

Song looked directly at him without worries: “I'm not that cheap. ”

“I see you're already in the bones.” Gu Zhiqiao coldway.

“Think what you want.” Song Wuoxiao, take his hand away.

“Drive!” Gu Qiu ordered her again.

He was already suffering and was losing control, and if she didn't drive again, he might really want her.

“I'll go down there and help you find someone to drive. ”

Song Wuxi was about to unbuckle his seat belt, suddenly his wrist tightened, looked down, a big hand, tightly grabbed her.

Song Li raised his head without worries and hit Gu Zheng's shady, cold, bloodthirsty, burning eyes.

She instantly felt a cold back and looked at each other, “You...”

“I see you're addicted because you want to catch it! Okay, I'll satisfy you!” ”The man's voice, dull and dull, was frosty, with a hint of irony.

“I...” No.

The last two words, completely devoured.

The man lowered his head and grabbed Song's worry-free mouth and sucked hard.

This kiss, impatient and a little exasperated emotion, Song Fengxiao was bitten by him pain.

“...” Song is worried about the whole person, his brain is dead.

He... he kissed her again?!

He pryed open her teeth and forced his tongue into her territory, causing indiscriminate disruption.

Song's worried body was kissed a little crispy and soft.

A man with a big, hot palm, very irregular on her?

When that warm hand came to her chest, Song, with no worries, struck a spiritual spirit.

“Don't!” she pushed harder than she could control.

She felt the man's temperature was frightening, and even the air-conditioning had gone to the largest compartment, filling his temperature and getting bored and hot.

It's a potent drug, and the stronger Gu Zheng is about to collapse.

Fortunately, she kissed Song's worry-free mouth, touched her body, and the evil fire in her body was like a flood deciding on the embankment, the surge was fierce, and she couldn't hold it down.

The more worried Song is about pushing him away, the more he wants her.

Maintaining a bit of consciousness, he believes that Song's worry-free resistance is to play with him.

Since she loves to play this game so much, then he satisfies her, who makes him feel so bad now...

Damn it!

Song Fuxiao cursed in his heart.

How come the more she resists, the more aggressive this man moves?

He was long, tall and powerful, and she couldn't even struggle.

The man pressed her to death on the seat.

His hands, increasingly frivolous, were pulling on her dress.

When Gu Zheng's thin lips fell on Song's worry-free neck, Song Zheng felt itchy and crispy.

I can't!

Song did not worry so much that he could not push the man on his body.

What's the plan?

Who made her so petite, so tall?

“Ah...”

He was about to tear his clothes apart, and his body was too weak to resist.

Song was anxious, his arms fell together.