My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

Night Peach's eyes widened. She was frightened and excluded. After four years, she still couldn't escape his apparitions.

But she doesn't want to do it with him.

She can no longer do this with him.

Two little hands grabbed his arm dead, Peach bit him on his thin lips at night, she couldn't help but bite his lips, she bit his teeth, “Cold Ho, I'm not lying to you, if you dare touch me, I really will sue you! ”

Cold Howe didn't open his eyes, and he pulled up his lips and smiled, "Okay, sue me, I'm going to jail, I will. ”

He snapped her back of the head and penetrated his tongue.

Night Peach suddenly felt unable to breathe, he took away all her air and fell into her mouth, still as dominant and powerful as ever.

He made her live on his nose.

Night Peach didn't want to, didn't want to, he went mad and she didn't want to get hurt again.

Two thin legs kicked at him and two small hands drew several blood marks on his shoulder face, pushing him hard.

Nor did Cold Howe resist, trying to restrain her with his own hands, but he let her vent.

Night Peach stared into his closed eyes, although the two did not do much, his tight eyebrows, cloudy breathing and hot body temperature all conveyed his lust.

He's immersed in her sweetness.

“Cold ho!” She dodged her head so hard that she bent her knees over his crotch.

This time unsuccessful, the man's thick palm quickly snapped her knee and pressed it against the sheets. Cold Hoover lifted his body and looked at her with a hot eye, like a delicious sweetheart.

“Stop struggling, huh? You can't escape. I want it!” He seems to be pronouncing judgment.

Cold Hoover reached out to untie his metal belt.

Can't you escape?

Night Peach stared at the crystal chandelier over her head and suddenly her nose was red, breaking free of his palm, and she turned over and climbed over to the bed.

“Somebody, help!” Xi-feng, Xi-feng,

The side of the bed suddenly collapsed, Cold Hoover went to bed, the metal belt untied, he pulled his pants down, the two palms clasped the girl's waist and placed her under him, and he began to lie down on her jeans.

“Stop screaming. Sound insulation works great here, even if you scream a broken throat. Be good, it's not like you haven't done it. I remember you used to love it.” Cold and dirty, "he said.

Her legs were cold, her jeans retracted by half, her body was heavy, the knitwear was pressed up, her hem was lifted, and his palm spun in.

Peaches trembled at night, like he was a demon.

She was haunted by the smell of him, the smell of a healthy man and the faint smell of tobacco, and, terribly, she didn't even smell him at this time.

Once upon a time...

She used to love it. He was obsessed with it. If he touched her, she would become obsessed, like a springy kitten.

She used to be ridiculous!

Her eyes were red and her crystalline tears kept pounding, and she reached out her little hand to cover her mouth.

She doesn't want to cry.

Then a string of cell phones rang and Peach called at night.

The phone fell to the pillow and Peach reached out to get it. He glanced at the screen and it was Miyagi's phone.

As the man behind her probably saw, he held her by the waist and knelt her down on the bed, while he tried to take possession of her and bow down to kiss her soft earlobes.