My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

The room was pitch-black and the two breathed.

I don't know whose first mess it was, it was hot.

Cold, hoarse voice, especially sexy in a night like this, "Are you dizzy? You can't drink less in the future. ”

“Got it. I'm confused. You're pissing me off!” Night Peach sticks out his slender little finger and pokes him in the heart.

Now she's like a little flower cat, soft and sticky, itchy in the heart.

Cold Howe remembered that Christmas Eve four years ago, and she drank a little wine and was drunk. What a wonderful night that made him taste all his life.

She lay beneath him, the two were stuffy in their quilts, he couldn't hold back, but called her a pair of big, watery eyes and looked softly.

He blindfolded her, and she called her husband...

Cold, dry tongue, rolling charcoal in my throat, "How did I piss you off? ”

He doesn't know?

Night Peach slipped his little finger down into his heart and lit it on the big tent, “It... it salutes another woman...”

Coldhound held her finger to keep her from setting her on fire, "I didn't. ”

“Cunning argument! ”

Cold ho doesn't talk.

Peach was in a hurry at night and the pink fist fell on his strong shoulder. "Can't you fool me? ”

Cold and lukewarm her dry lips, “I didn't see what that woman looked like. I just came out of your room and you were all... naked... in my head. ”

Night Peach's lost eyes glistened like stars in the sky, and she blew in his ear, "Cold Ho, you've got a knife hanging over your head, you can fall off at any time. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Cold howled, then tightened her little barbaric waist.

He's only got one color on her.

Night Peach buried his reddish little face around his neck, "Do you like the way I dress or not? ”

She added, "I wouldn't forgive you if you said you liked the way I was naked. ”

“Then don't be angry. I like the way you dress.” He muttered to her.

Night Peach,...

Wood!

“Cold Ho, don't ever let a woman near you again, okay? They want to knock you down!” Peaches are still jealous at night.

“You think too much, I'm not the only man in the world. ”

“But how can those men compare to you? You're so handsome, you're in great shape, you're rich and powerful. The point is, you're half hybrid. The size of that place is all European and American. If those women knew you were this big, they could still do it several times a night. The more the Vietnam War, the more brave they would all die! ”

Is that what she thinks of him?

So, does she like it or not?

“Oh, from now on I'll be surrounded by men.” He promised.

At night Peach pulled up her lips, her head was dizzy, her breath filled with a clean smell of him, and a hint of tobacco, which she felt more dizzy.

Two small hands lifted his handsome cheek and she covered it and kissed him on the lips.

I wanted to kiss him in the restaurant today.

Cold eyes darkened and stared at her.

Night Peach didn't feel enough, hugging his neck deepened the kiss.

Crushing his lips gently, she stretched out her tongue to snap his teeth and opened her mouth smoothly. She penetrated greenly.

Cold Ho felt the tip of Nadine's tongue pounding the current, instantly stirring the whole body.

He wants to go against the crowd.

But the little woman quit.

“Is it sweet in my mouth?” She asked shyly.

“Mmm.”

“Was it because I drank wine? ”

“No.”

She doesn't drink red wine or sweet.

Peach giggled at night and buried himself in his arms.

Cold Howe closed his scarlet eyes for a moment and tried to bear it, but couldn't help but move his palm up and cross her soft back.

“You touched me? ”

Cold and luxurious hands stifled, his handsome face became uncomfortably red.

He retracted his hand.

Night Peach was so drunk, I didn't know what he was thinking. I saw that he didn't move. She hurried twice on his leg.

“Cold Ho, the dress I wore today! ”

This implication is obvious, isn't it?

“Well, the dress looks good, you're white. ”

Night Peach,...

At this point, is he seriously talking to her about the dress?

“What's in your head, you piece of wood?” Peach got angry at night and scolded him with his drums.

Cold Ho is innocent, I don't know why she's angry again.

Seeing him say nothing, it was like wood. Peach was out of breath at night, her hands slipped down, and she went straight to unravel the metal belt between his waist.

“What are you doing?” Coldhound pressed her tiny hand.

“Freeze!” The Queen of Peaches groaned at night and opened his two palms.

The belt was untied, and the dress she wore was convenient, and she went straight to the theme.

Cold ho was unprotected and grunted.

At night Peach's tears crept and her little hands held onto his shoulder. She only began to move when she had adjusted.

The sunny moonlight from the sky penetrated through the balcony and the room was still dark, with Cold Hoover holding his head against the wall and his sexy throat rolling up and down.

Crazy and random pleasure drowned him like a tide.

He remembered that more than four years ago, in Hong Kong, he was drunk, and that night she snuck into his room and made him strong, and that was the same position.

Four years later, she strengthened him again.

The little woman arrived soon, at a critical moment when she reached out and hugged her slender body, clasped her back of the head with her palm and pressed his mouth against her cherry diamond lips.

He taught her what a kiss was.

Night Peach trembled in his wildly overbearing kiss, her breathing stopped, her body smelled like his masculinity, and she felt like paralyzed soft water directly in his arms.

It was like rain, and the clothes were wet.

The ups and downs are the breath of the two of them.

……

Night Peach was awake and realized what she had done. She couldn't help but find a hole to go in. She knew she had already bullied him, but why couldn't she bear it?

It's embarrassing!

She panicked and pulled back from his leg.

But her soft waist was sturdy and strong, and the next second, her body was empty, Cold Hoover stood up from her wheelchair and held her hips to the queen bed.

Night Peach Hitomi shrinks, he can walk???

Fiber back pressed into a soft mattress and Peach got up at night, "Can you get up? Is this a dream? ”

She stretched her hand and pinched his face, "Does it hurt? ”

Coldhoe was amused by her uncluttered motion, his mouth curled up with a drowning curve, and he softened his voice, "Well, it hurts. ”

“Great, you can finally stand up, I... Mmm!” Her twitchy little face was pointed by a big palm, his eyes dropped and he kissed her delicate lips again.

She knew how his body had reacted, he had not had enough, he wanted to continue, but suddenly she remembered that she was pregnant, that she had just been angry, that she had strengthened him once, that she could do it properly once for three and a half months, more bad for the baby.

She didn't dare let him do what he wanted.