The whispered words seemed to have burned away Fu Xiaoheng's few remaining rationalities. He stared deeply at Jiang Jiao's innocent sleeping face, breathing in the air tainted with her fragrance. The corners of his eyes turned slightly red, and his breathing became disordered.
He was panting rapidly, lifting a corner of the quilt and lying beside Jiang. He could see her snow-white shoulders. She was only wearing a white suspender nightgown with a low collar. With just a quick glance, he could see the soft and proud white skin.
Fu Xiaoheng's forehead was covered with hidden sweat.
He not only kissed this place, but also rubbed it.
Fu Xiaoheng's Adam's apple slid heavily, and his thick, straight black eyelashes covered the boiling love in his eyes and the obscure morbidity in his eyes. He carefully held Yu Jiang's hand.
Her little hand was soft and warm, and Fu Xiaoheng couldn't bear to let go after holding it.
"Wife, you are so beautiful when you sleep." Fu Xiaoheng's eyes were full of obsession. He slowly and lightly placed his head on the side of her soft neck and took a deep breath. It seemed that his whole consciousness was a little confused, and a muffled groan escaped from his lips as red as peony.
He unscrupulously extended his tongue to kiss her neck, jaw, and mouth...
㨾 Jiang was sleeping soundly.
So Fu Xiaoheng kissed her lips, holding Jiang's delicate and small face with his rough palm, and gently placing his other hand on her slender waist. His breathing became more rapid and heavy. In his excitement, he couldn't help but bite her lower lip and rub it back and forth.
It seemed that he was too unscrupulous. Jiang frowned and sobbed softly.
Fu Xiaoheng froze and reluctantly left her soft lips, his burning gaze casting a sinister look on her face.
"Wife." His whole body seemed to be on fire, and his voice became hoarse and low: "I miss you."
Fu Xiaoheng stared at her and felt his mouth getting more and more dry, just like a person who was dying of thirst because he couldn't drink any fresh water. He was so thirsty that his whole body was hot and he could only lick his dry lips.
He thought about taking off Jiang's nightgown without hesitation and tossing her around, but he was afraid that she would be frightened and cry and refuse to see him again.
She is so timid and fragile.
Fu Xiaoheng was reluctant to let her show fear and terror, so he could only stare at her, murmuring her name over and over again. The horrible thoughts suppressed deep in his heart became stronger and stronger, and were about to break out of the cocoon.
The more vicious the thought, the harder it needs to be suppressed.
Fu Xiaoheng was reluctant to wake her up, but he was also reluctant to put himself in a difficult position.
The sound of a belt buckle being opened suddenly rang out in the quiet room.
Veins bulged on his forehead, and the hot sweat gathered into beads that fell on the white pillow. He grabbed Jiang's wrist with his big hand, spread her fingers apart, and held her ten fingers together.
The skin of the ginger is as delicate as a freshly peeled lychee, soft and warm to the touch.
His Adam's apple slid heavily, and the incomparable pleasure filled his mind, and he was so excited that he felt like he was about to die.
"Uh...wife..."
Time passed by minute by minute, and there were sighs in the suppressed breathing.
Three hours later, I finally managed to vent.
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