Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Seasonal warmth held one hand against the door, the other lifted, grabbed the man's sleeve, turned his head, raised his eyes and looked at the man's faint, frosty eyes: "Go ahead, Ink View Deep. ”

The man's eyebrows were apathetic, and he looked at her unannounced.

“Say it.” Seasonwarm slowly stood up in front of the door, his hands dead behind his back and pressed the door panel: “Speak your harsher and worse words, make me completely dead. Speak! ”

“What else can you do without dying?” Mojing looked deeply at the reds that were brewing in her eyes, and her eyes went so deep, her lips seemed like an icy curve: “What kind of evening do you want to promote with that little wine in your body and that of mine? Or do you think you have enough charm to make me repeat myself on you? ”

The man said that his long, bony fingers cleverly pinched her chin and did not force her to move the door away.

In the warm moment of the season, he leaned unannounced, pressed her whole person directly against the door, bowed his head as if dangerously close to her lips, and smiled dumbly: “Why don't you just say what you want? Hmm?”

Seasonal warmth instinct lifted his hand to push him, but he suddenly grabbed his wrist as soon as he lifted it.

The smell of a clean, smelly man covered her body, and her lips blew his breath: “If you want to, just say it, but it's between men and women, you can say it, after all, I have slept so many times, I am not so sure I don't even want to send you to the door, if you say you are lonely, I can still understand you. ”

The man's voice was low, low and faint and, to be precise, stepped her pride completely at her feet.

The tears of the season's heat are falling.

Is he intentionally trying to break his image and all the goodness in her place?

I felt a man bow down close, the season warm conscious busy do not start, but he held his chin and turned his face directly back. When she was about to say she didn't mean it, the man had locked her in tight, his bow directly and accurately fell on her lips, and his lips were covered with familiar warmth. When the season warmth reflected, the man had broken open her lips. Tongue, long drive straight into the city to plunder deeper.

“No...” Season warm struggled, but he held his arms firmly on the door panel, struggling at all, her instincts lifted her legs, but at the same time was pressed by a man, unable to move at all.

“Mo Jing... Deep... you..." Season warm and desperate to start, but the man kissed her as hard as he had deliberately, once deep into her mouth, but in a way that made her feel extremely uncomfortable and almost unable to breathe.

Season Warm doesn't know how long he hasn't touched himself and never kissed herself. She just feels that under such a nearly brutal, deep and heavy kiss, she even has all the nerves of her whole body trembling violently, for a moment, even with her heart beating hard.

Until the tongue... the tip was pulled up, the way a man kissed mercilessly slowed down slightly because she couldn't help but shed tears in the mouth of both of them.

At that moment, as if the familiar ink scene was kissing her deeply, kissing the salty smell in her mouth, kissing the wetness in the corner of her mouth, trying to kiss off the tears on her face, but he stagnated for a moment, caressing her hands in the back of her brain, deeply invisible black eyes looked at her so quietly.

Watching a woman breathe as hard as a dying fish from the kiss of the previous moment, her eyes red and tears filled.

He was quiet for a moment, and his eyes were so deep that he couldn't see it. He snapped his lips slightly and slowly: "Is this what you want? ”

Seasonal warm brain shocked, that moment of familiar tenderness almost confused her mind, but if the man talks again, let her instinct busy hands to push him.

Yet the man fished her into his arms faster, pressed her against the door panel, and locked her in his arms. The kiss dropped again deeper than just now and pushed him with his hands in vain, but such a pusher had no effect other than to make the man lock her up more severely.

She's breathing like she was brutally plundered, paralyzed by breathing difficulties. Soft in his arms, Mo Jing finally let go and let her go more from her lips. Withdrawal from the tongue, seasonal warmth has turned red on the otherwise pale face, and the mouth is full of men's refreshing smell.

She stuck her hair all over the door and almost slipped down, holding her hand against the door knob to hold it steady.

Even she didn't have the strength to look up and see the look on his face, only to hear cold words smash from the top of her head: "Want more? I don't mind completing you here tonight. ”

Mo Jingdeep's voice was filled with impassioned derision: “Since I have always refused to divorce, from a legal point of view, I do seem to be able to do this couple more times before divorce, and I think you should miss it a lot. ”

Seasonal warmth couldn't help it, the whole person leaned against the door and breathed low in his head.

She held her fingers tight to the handle of the door, she couldn't move, she heard the man laughing coldly, "Do you want to continue?" And at that moment, her hand slammed loose on the handle, and she lifted her hand, and she had to slap it across his face ——

He did not intend to stop it, but stood still and looked at her, yet her hands did not fall, but stifled halfway through the sky, watching the man's thin, cool and cold expression, in front of the black Bentley, who had been raw and smashed in front of her that day on the Los Angeles highway.

Seasonal warm hands were so raw and stiff in the air.

Then slowly lower your hands, hold your fists, and your nails fall deep into the palm of your hand.

“Mo Jingdeep, even if I once made a bad impression on you, you won't forget all our feelings for so long. Do you really feel good about being so cruel to me? ”

The corner of his mouth pulled a cold and stabbing curve, watched her gaze so deep and shallow that she had no idea which of his sentences was true or which one was false, but the voice was faint: “Seriously, if you were standing here right now, even if you really jumped off the balcony, I wouldn't feel anything, so how would it feel to talk about it? ”

Seasonwarm's hands were loose and tight, tight and loose. Finally, she leaned against the door panel and looked down at her feet, which had been standing naked on the ground, closing her eyes and then pulling a smile open, not knowing who she was smiling at.

She held on to her strength to unscrew the door handle behind her and then, as the door opened, picked up the bag on the shoe cabinet by the door, turning away, despite the fact that it was still wet on her body and head.

“To where?” Mojing asked deeply.