0019 Night Rose-C.TLAY,Night.19 The hops on the tip of the tongue bloom, moist, slightly bitter, and lightly sour.

Without a moment's hesitation, Chen Shanye touched Ruan Mei's waist and gently rubbed the soft flesh on her waist through her red skirt, and responded by sucking on her cold, jelly-like lips.

The tips of their noses touched, their tongues and teeth rubbed, the hot air poured onto each other's lips, and the saliva wrapped in traces of residual alcohol was pulled back and forth between their tongues.

"Do you want to hear the explanation?" Chen Shanye asked her in between kisses.

Apart from his parents, he had never told anyone about Wu Xuanli. However, in small places, any small matter would be exaggerated and spread. Even Zhong Mang only knew the general idea of ​​the matter, and Chen Shanye still kept the details deep in his heart.

But he hopes Ruan Mei can know his past.

"I don't want to hear it... stop talking."

Ruan Mei closed her eyes, pressed her lips against his and used her tongue to disrupt his breathing. She reached down with her hands to pull his shirt out of his waistband and unbuttoned the buttons that were restraining the beating of her heart one by one.

When her nipples were pinched and played with by the slightly cool fingers, Chen Shanye's breathing became noticeably faster. He kissed her back, entangled with her, and his hand moved up along the curve of her back to find the opening of the gift. He twisted the zipper head down and opened the berry-red wrapping paper.

But it’s also beautiful inside.

The delicate and soft lace is like firebird feathers attached to the milky white breast, and the buds that have not yet erected are hidden under the gauze, faintly visible and captivating.

Ruan Mei straightened her chest, and the two soft white balls held up by the lace swayed. She fluttered her eyelashes and asked, "Does it look good?"

Chen Shanye slid the sleeves of his skirt down Ruan Mei's arms, grasped her wrists, and thrust his hips upwards, slamming hard into the little butt that had been rubbing against him. He stared into her eyes and asked, "What do you think?"

The penis between his legs was already half erect, pressing against his trousers, and this impact caused a soft moan to come out.

He has always felt that bright red underwear can only be associated with words like vulgarity, like those underwear casually hung under the eaves of houses in dark alleys, sometimes dripping with water, or displayed on plastic mannequins in front of underwear stores at night with speakers blaring "88 yuan for 3 sets".

But when this gaudy dress is worn by Ruan Mei, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, they cannot compare to her.

Chen Shanye stroked her plump chest with one hand and her smooth back with the other. He gently rubbed the slightly raised sphenoid bone, where the skin was thin and soft, as if blood-red wings would grow from it.

Unable to unfasten the bra clasp with one hand, Chen Shanye muttered, "Why is it so hard to open?" and simply pushed the bra up. The delicate lace bra without underwire instantly turned into wrinkled fabric, piled pitifully on the protruding breast flesh.

Chen Shanye took a trembling and erect nipple in his mouth and began to lick it. Ruan Mei twisted her waist to prevent herself from losing too much. She pinched the two small bumps on Chen Shanye's chest with her fingers and pulled them gently, which in return made the man suck harder and breathe hotter and faster on her nipple, and she was slapped on the butt.

A light slap made her back numb.

The flaming firebird feathers fell down, and Ruan Mei held her breasts to Chen Shanye's mouth. The white breasts were sucked until they were covered with water. Her waist, with a red skirt hanging on it, swayed up and down. The hem of the skirt was made of large rose petals, blocking the beautiful scenery underneath.

The aroused flower juice slowly squeezed out from the vagina and wet the lace. The already wet panties stuck tightly to the rough fabric of the trousers, rubbing and bumping against them again and again, transferring the sticky body fluids to the towering tent.

"Oh... Chen Shanye, lick it..." Ruan Mei bit her lower lip, with a hint of pink charm in the corners of her eyes.

Chen Shanye's lower abdomen tensed up when he was called. He not only licked it, but also sucked the nipple hard and pulled it out, as if he wanted to suck out something white, sweet and warm from it.

One hand flicked the other nipple, and Chen Shanye asked her hoarsely, "Is your nipple itchy?"

The lewd words made her ears itch. Ruan Mei shrugged and replied, "...Itchy..."

Chen Shanye pushed his hips upward, and his penis pushed the top of her panties into her flower slit. He asked her again, "What about here?"

No matter how soft the lace yarn is, it is still a little rough for the delicate petals. The yarn stained with mucus scratches the clitoris and the smooth vaginal opening, and the pleasure climbs up Ruan Mei's spine step by step.

She put her arms on the man's broad shoulders, her thighs trembling, but she still twisted her hips to let her slowly swelling and erect clitoris reach the hot thing, half-closing her eyelids and whispering: "It's itchy too...ah!"

Chen Shanye picked her up and the sudden weightlessness made her tighten her thighs and clamp her arms around the man's waist.

"I'll go take a shower. I sweated outside today." Chen Shanye kissed her lips and walked to the back room.

"Okay, let's wash together...ah..." The slightly opened vagina was still pressed against Chen Shanye's hard erection, and as he walked, they moved up and down against each other. The cloth stained with wet liquid and a little cold squeezed in further and further, and the wet lace rubbed her uncomfortable.

Chen Shanye used his back to push open the black bead curtain on the door: "Your shower room is so small, how can we take a shower together?"

Ruan Mei reached out her hand and touched the wall to turn on the light. She closed her eyes and kissed him back: "Just squeeze a little bit..."

The red dress, white shirt and black pants, which had all been caught in the same rain, were now casually abandoned on the burgundy velvet mat at the bathroom door. The small shower room was filled inch by inch with the steaming water vapor. Hot water splashed from the shower head, drenching the naked desires in the cramped space. The moist mist wrapped around the two entangled and overlapping people.

The space was so small that the white mist originally attached to the glass door was spread away by the two smooth breasts pressed against the cold glass, and Ruan Mei's ten slender fingers also left messy marks on the mist.

The steam rising from the heat quickly covered these traces, concealing her slight panic and emotional trembling.

The mist was warm, but the glass was cool. The areola and nipple were reddened by the strong contrast between cold and heat. Ruan Mei pressed her face against the glass and gasped for breath, letting Chen Shanye's two fingers play around in her vagina.

His knuckles were tightly wrapped by the soft, wet and warm flesh. The gurgling sound caused by the thrusting was covered by the sound of the shower. Sometimes some warm water was brought in together, making the honey pot hotter and hotter. Chen Shanye had the illusion that he would be melted by her in the next second.

The erect penis was rubbing against the upper edge of her buttock. Chen Shanye took her left hand and pressed it back on his penis, leading her to soothe the swollen and painful little beast.

Two fingers rotated half a circle in the vagina, and when they were pulled out, the fingertips were stuck with slippery silver threads. Chen Shanye leaned over and bit her wet shoulder, his voice hoarse: "Ruan Mei, I can't wash it clean..."