Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

It was the two of them who covered a bed together, and he held her, and she wrapped herself in his arms.

Damn, the body's reacting again.

Yunting could only suppress the impulse and asked softly: "What secret are you telling me? ”

“Hee-hee, don't tell you. ”

“ …… ”

Is this a trick?

Yunting shook his head helplessly and continued to whisper: "Tell me, I will make you good food. ”

“Oh, don't let me tell you. Oh, I was under that tree, really dreaming about my last life. Isn't that weird? I didn't want to tell you, and you didn't believe me. ”

“What did you dream of?” Yunting's heart jumped a little faster without a fight.

“I dream, you kiss me.” The lips of the trees groveled and slept in confusion, saying these three words.

At a time like this, rejecting her would be worse than being a monster.

Cloud-tinged kiss, meticulous, starting with her lashes, to the nose beam, cheeks, earlobes, neck, to the chest of the little cherry, then back to the tempting beeping lips, gently grinding, slightly penetrating.

Her red lips gently opened and she subconsciously welcomed him.

Her cooperation, like an invitation and encouragement, fuelled his anger.

Until it felt like the trees were chaotic and the body temperature was rising, the clouds rolled over violently, pressed her under her and swept away.

A whisper was the war song she played for him, more like encouraging him to keep moving forward.

At night, the temperature gets hotter and hotter, as if covering the quilt is also hot, and the cotton quilt slips off of them.

Even without the lights on, with the faint brightness of the night, Yunting can see the trees.

Her body was as glorious as a jade, waiting for him to carve out this sharp blade.

The trees are a little confused and half-sleep and half-awakened. She's all a little confused as to whether it's a reality or a dream.

I'm sleepy and I don't want to wake up. It's not the first time he's eaten it dry anyway! It seemed useless to ask for responsibility, but she had already been married.

In particular, the trees feel their enthusiastic response, holding his robust dorsal muscles tightly in their hands, and voluntarily supporting him, and making such a humiliating sound, really like a little fairy who doesn't eat enough.

It's all happening. Sleeping is cheating. If you're awake, how embarrassing is that?

The trees are so embarrassing to wake up, let's just dream about it.

If it's a dream, what else? He's the only one in her world, he doesn't hate her, he loves her, that's enough.

Her voice was louder and her body tangled with him like a water snake as he attacked.

Rain falls on the bead plate, endlessly.

Feel the enthusiasm of the trees and the daring of the clouds.

This shameful movement, the body of the trees all trembling a little bit, and a little bit of anticipation.

Yunting did not fail her expectations, and after only looking twice, began to act.

Good thing her voice betrayed her feelings.