Chapter 132 (1/2)
In the presidential suite of Yuncheng star hotel, a pair of men and women are panting fiercely. Their bodies, hair and skin are intertwined with each other. They seem to be affectionate, but actually they are violent. They are about to crush and tear up all their lusts, and then spread them in the air to show off.
Time seems to condense in this moment. The carpet of the room is soft and nono's clothes are pasted on the marble floor, which makes all the coldness become quiet.
Finally, after a exclamation, the man on the bed let out all the surging and enthusiasm in his body, and covered the woman's leisurely body under him. It was like a fiery exile.
The woman's face was calm, her cheeks were still beautiful after her passion faded, and the sweat on her forehead was crystal clear and full of curd like skin, which made her look even more intoxicating.
The man leaned directly on the real leather cushion at the head of the bed, half fruiting, and lit a cigarette. The burning tobacco made a Zizi sound, especially in a quiet and closed room.
”I said, don't smoke in bed.” The woman frowned impatiently and quickly got up from the bed. She pulled a bathrobe and put it on her body. Her slender fingertips tied the ribbon around her waist and hung it on one side.
She twisted her face, with a trace of uncoordinated anger on her gentle face. ”I put out my cigarette before I came out.” Hard put down a word, then twist body, slowly into the bathroom.
The man didn't do it. He puffed out a smoke ring. His delicate and beautiful face stirred up an evil smile. He was shrouded in smoke and set off the warm yellow light from the bathroom. He was absolutely beautiful.
Before long, the shower in the bathroom drizzled out dense water mist, quietly crawling all over the glass sliding door. The man looked in the direction of the bathroom, and the translucent glass showed a silhouette of a woman's concave convex shape, which was very exquisite.
His lips rippled with a bad smile. He snuffed out the remaining half of the cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table. He lifted the quilt, took a few steps to the door with his long legs, and without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and pulled open the sliding door.
”Ah --” the woman inside screamed, obviously startled, ”what are you doing in here? What's your nerve?”
The man rushed forward involuntarily, encircling the woman's waist and pushing her back to the wall. His overbearing lips were frantically demanding her lips and every inch of her skin.
The woman frowned, obviously a little disgusted, but before long, her consciousness began to sink into endless love. Desire, it is difficult to extricate herself.
From her hands in response to the ring in front of the man, and in his back to grab a random trace, their lingering seems to become more crazy sticky up.
The shower in the bathroom is still drenched with water, and the fog is getting heavier and heavier until everything is blurred.
After two passions, they slumped on the bed without expression, as if they had been drained of all their strength.