Chapter 182 Let me taste it, do you have any scent

The trace of loss lingers on her, like the wet vines after the rain, growing fast, turbulent on her skin, bound her like tentacles, and she couldn't rest until late at night, and she was lying on the bed, and she couldn't get rid of it, and even expanded faintly.

Well, she can't sleep anymore.

She couldn't help but fantasize about the tenderness of the finger when she rubbed her gap and the touch of her clitoris that would have been swept there. If she hadn't said that she wasn't just thinking about it, her body would have been roasted and hot all of a sudden.

Then the scenes of him pressing on her, rubbing her with his hands, burying his head down and sucking her...

Those have happened before and are not difficult to recall.

It seemed as if she had just a slight fantasy that those material clips were like saved clips in Otome’s game, which were randomly retrieved and inexhaustible.

While spitting on her dirty and evil thoughts, she couldn't control her legs and rubbed them into memories.

Is it because she has ended abruptly after frequent sexual events recently that she has become lewd?Or is it because she is really hypocritical and thirsty and hypocritical?

In the end, she couldn't find the answer, so she simply ignored these unsightly things, but the flood of desires and chaos could not be dispelled, and there was a tendency to ignite each other. She sighed with her lasting desire, touched it with her fingers, rubbed her clitoris, and accompanied by the joys of being licked by him, she simply fell into an irreversible tide of love.

Yes, as long as it is released, you won’t think about anything.

She wouldn't have thought of trying this kind of thing before, but since Ning Rui had done it to her, she wasn't so repulsive when she picked it up.

At first, I was a little unfamiliar and clumsy, but after all, it was my own body. I directly responded to the light and heavy speed of the press. I naturally adjusted at any time, and gradually became familiar with the instinctive melody of nature.

The eyelashes are confused, the teeth are nibbled, the thighs are opened, and the arch of the foot is slightly stretched.

Sensitive pearls are rubbed, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, with a perfect rhythm.

But gradually getting used to the wave of pleasure, I began to feel that it was insufficient.Comfort is continuous, but she can never push her to reach the peak easily.

It seems that because it is my own finger, I always feel that something is missing, if it is someone else's

She had to voluntarily continue to be his fingers, and to the continuation and branch of the scene on the sofa in the afternoon

Sure enough, the pearl became more sensitive, and the touch that was the same as before seemed to have a different meaning and stimulation.

She bit her lip and twisted, humming softly.

His eyebrows, his fingers, his lips and tongue...

I don’t know why it was him, and I don’t have time to explore this awkward moment. It is inevitable that it is not convinced enough to say it is a coincidence. In short, it may be because he happened to be teased by him in the afternoon, or maybe it is just because of his pure and honest wish.

Ah... At the moment when the tide rolled into the sky, she couldn't help but raise her neck happily, calling out like a chanting: Xiao Yin

If the fantasy that could not be controlled just was just a secret imagination, then the tone that broke out now directly recorded her out of control, forcing her to face her desires.

She didn't know why this happened. Almost while shouting, she didn't have time to frighten the little secret in her heart, and fell into a despair of incredible self-loathing, but at the same time she was dissipated in the joy of orgasm, gasping weakly.

You call me?His tentative response came from outside the door.

Chen Qiongying's body, which was still stretching and undulating, suddenly froze, her whole body turned into shrimp pink, and she was at a loss: No, it's okay, just a little bug was discovered, but it disappeared again.

But the voice outside the door did not mean to give up, but was extremely strong: Open the door.

She didn't know how much he heard. Her voice was not loud. She thought he was sleeping. She dared to do this through the gap at the bottom of the door. The two of them had washed up together, unless he did not go back to the room, but was on the sofa outside, paying attention to this side at all times, so that she could catch her such depressing and forbearing cry.

But no matter what, it feels like to be caught.

She didn't want to open the door, but she remembered that he could use his bank card to open his door at any time. It was already a little stiff during the afternoon. In order not to make herself look so guilty and a ghost, she reluctantly struggled to get up and opened a crack for him: Why are you not sleeping yet?

She was glad that she did not turn on the light, otherwise she would have nowhere to hide when she was hot and red.

His eyes fell on her wrinkled nightgown just now because she was twisting and rubbing on the bed: I was thinking about something.

The fact is that he couldn't sleep. He felt that the bedroom was too far away from her, and even if it was separated by a wall, he was unwilling to accept it, so he lay on the sofa, thinking about how to break the ice with her.

He didn't lie, either.

In fact, he has not completely punished her with neglect this week. He has been reflecting on whether he is too selfish to plunder and force him?

This afternoon, he specially restrained his desire to plunder, but he still hit a wall.

He had realized that in her thinking system, it was impossible for her to accept her sincerely; but her previous escape proved that she was completely hard and forced and coerced would not work.

She is like a snail, with a house built by herself with a 32-year thinking system. If she is completely allowed to hide in it, she will not be able to come out; forcibly breaking her house will only collapse her world, make her feel unfortunate, and make her closed and self-denial.

Then there is only one way left, to tempt her with both soft and hard methods, especially when she is ashamed of him recently.

If she could be lured out of the shell, and slowly get used to the house, and evolve from a snail to a slug, it would mean that she would be prepared from body to mind and could be truly with him.

It was his fault. His possessiveness in the past was either too rough or too taken for granted. He never tried to truly understand her, but instead pushed her further. How could he blame her?

She saw that he had been staring at her in a daze, and turned her face unnaturally, trying to avoid his gaze: What are you looking at?

She was draped with her hair, her hair was gentle and curled, lazy and charming. The moonlight shone from behind her, as if she had a hazy soft light on her, and she looked like a ignorant laurel goddess who had accidentally entered the mortal world.

It happened that one or two strands of hair were stuck to the temples because of sweating, like rain and wind blowing. After the clouds and rain, it had a unique charm like sexual suggestion.

The smell on her body was very nice, not only the fragrance of lavender shower gel, but also an indescribable scent. As she steamed out with a slight sweat, he became heart-warming and impulsive almost instantly.

It's up to you to seduce me.He stared at it and answered in a strange way.

Chen Qiongying felt that at best he was secret and shameful, but she absolutely did not deliberately seduce him. However, following his gaze, he lowered his head and saw half of his round and exposed shoulders.

It must have been pulled off when she touched her emotions just now, and she hurriedly pulled the collar.

While she let go of her hand against the door, he squeezed into the crack of the door and calmly leaned back to the door in front of her.

You go to bed!Masturbation is physical work. She had just exhausted her strength, and even angry scolding was a little coquettish, which made people itchy.

Chen Yin didn't seem to hear anything, and looked around: Where is the bug?

It was enough to find a little bug in such a big room to be closer to her and stay a little longer. I just hope that the bug would be smaller and not be found so easily by him.

Chen Qiongying had forgotten the excuse just now and subconsciously asked: What kind of insect?

Chen Yin seemed to understand something, and suddenly approached and chewed on her collarbone.

don't want!She screamed exaggeratedly, her voice twists and turns and soft, as if something was wrong.

It wasn't like this, but because the skin just after orgasm was sensitive and delicate, every pore was breathing, and being slightly teased was like being violated.

Chen Yin didn't expect her to react so much, but soon as he came to understand the test, he laughed softly, walked around her and climbed onto the bed, sniffed around, and then felt a wet hand, pointing to a trace of water that was invisible under the moonlight, and was in a happy mood: Mom, so, you were drinking water on the bed again.

Shut up! Chen Qiongying was furious and walked over and threw the quilt over to cover it: I just slept here and was drooling in my dream!

Chen Yin smiled again, sharply exposing her crappy lie: Aren’t you catching bugs just now? Where did the dream come from? Dreaming about catching bugs? Can you even drool when dreaming of insects? What a delicious bug that is it? And why does that saliva have a scent?

The teasing meaning in that tone is very obvious, but Chen Qiongying was called sexy for the first time and was provoked with dignity. You are talking nonsense! She blurted out: Where did the smell come from when I just took a shower?

After saying that, he felt that this was like no silver here, so he pushed him like a cover-up: Go away quickly, I'm going to sleep.

Not only was he not pushed, he slowly approached and easily pressed her onto the bed with his tall body: Then let me taste it, do you really taste it?

He said that, lowered his head and sealed her lips.