Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"I'm afraid...you, be light. You stop when I say you don't want it." Wen Xiaoai was so embarrassed that his skin was dyed pink.

The ambiguous traces on her body are even more seductive and confusing.

Jun Moyan was so hot that he exploded, his breathing was heavy and messy, and the towel in his hand was almost wrung out by him.

Seeing Jun Mo Yan pursing his lips and not speaking, looking at her with his jaw tight, his eyes are still not right, Wen Xiaoai thought Jun Mo Yan was not happy.

She immediately knelt and sat on one of his legs, put her arms around his neck, and kissed and kissed him on his neck. She was very active: "Jun Mo Yan ~ we want a baby~"

"You said you wanted a baby last night."

Her dark black hair covered her back, and several strands were wet on the softness of her chest. There was constantly fine water flowing from the tips of her hair, sliding across the skin, and running down...

"Little boy..."

Jun Moyan is going crazy, his eyes are bloodshot.

Had it not been for considering that she was unwell and afraid that she could not bear it, he would really not wrong himself so much.

"Jun Mo Yan..." Wen Xiaoai put his arms around his neck, pressed his naked body close to him, and kissed him coquettishly with his small mouth.

Jun Moyan was wearing only a white shirt, he was soaked in water long ago, and he translucently attached to his body, reflecting the perfect figure and lines that made people look bloody.

Two bodies fit so tightly together, no one feels good.

Jun Moyan stiffened, with one arm around her body, facing Wen Xiaoai's active enthusiasm and resisted no response.

But it was too uncomfortable to push her away, and I was afraid that her rejection would make her unhappy.

For a time, Jun Mo Yan was riding a tiger with difficulty.

But Wen Xiaoai made up her mind for a while to endure the pain and want a baby from Jun Moyan, so she became more and more bold, kissing on Jun Moyan's lips, and learning how Jun Moyan kissed her In that way, put the small tongue into his mouth.

But Jun Mo Yan clenched his teeth and refused to let her in.

"Jun Mo Yan... Hmm..."

Seeing Jun Moyan indifferent, Wen Xiaoai began to play tricks. He held Jun Moyan's face in his small hand, his forehead was against his forehead, and the tip of his nose was against the tip of his nose.

Jun Moyan could no longer restrain the desire of her body anymore, and the hand that was holding her body suddenly lifted up, covered the back of her head, and then kissed hard.

"Well……"

Wen Xiaoai was a little frightened, but recovered quickly.

After receiving Jun Moyan's response, Wen Xiaoai, who was thinking about wanting a baby, was happy at first. She even responded very enthusiastically to him, but she couldn't stand it after a while.

The towel fell off from his hand for a long time, Jun Moyan hugged her tightly, and kept deepening the kiss.

The warm palms walked up her body, and the atmosphere was a little ambiguous.

Jun Mo's Yan kiss technique is more proficient than once, making Wen Xiaoai's legs tremble, who can't even ventilate.

"Uh...uh..."

Wen Xiaoai's hands that had wrapped his arms around his neck became weakly clutching the clothes on his shoulders.

When he took the initiative to talk about wanting a baby, Wen Xiaoai can only bear it through gritted teeth.

She became weaker and weaker, and she kept sinking.

Jun Moyan lowered her waist with her until Wen Xiaoai sat on his lap and couldn't sink.

The two kissed deeply in the bathtub. After an unknown period of time, Jun Moyan let her go.

Wen Xiaoai was weak, with his small head lying on Jun Moyan's shoulders, his eyes blurred, and he was gasping for breath.