Chapter 383 (1/2)

At 5 pm.

In the most luxurious room on the sixth floor, the air is filled with the breath of desire and hope, and the shy voice is also heard from time to time.

”Well Tianhao Ah No, come on. I can't stand it. ” Mo Yan'an has a white face, slightly smoked red. She bit her lower lip tightly and doesn't want to let herself cry out. However, an Tianhao's action is so fierce that she can't help it!

An Tianhao worked on her body, and put his thumb on her delicate lips for fear that she would bite him.

He said, with a low voice of bewilderment I like to listen to you. Don't suppress yourself... ”

”No more Ah Don't touch that... ”

Mo Yan'an's body spasm, suddenly reached a kind of unspeakable peak.

Finally, she collapsed on the bed, sweating all over her body. She kept searching for the memory just now. She really couldn't understand

Didn't she fall into the water!

It's a bath!

Should not rest!

Why is it like this!

An Tian Hao see her lost consciousness, a contain her ear lobe, that a current like feeling, immediately spread all over.

Oh, yes.

She remembered.

She just took a bath, not long after coming out, an Tianhao directly pressed her on the bed, kiss her wantonly, and even touched her.

Mo Yanan didn't want to pay attention to him, but in the end he couldn't stand his choice. Funny, imperceptibly, he took him away.

At the same time, she forgot that this was a villa.

They have been in this room for about an hour. During this hour, he was constantly intertwined with her. Two naked and naked bodies tightly hugged together, sweating.

After the end, an Tianhao looks at Mo Yan an's undulating chest and his crimson face. At the end of the day, he can't help but feel a burst of heat and crush her under his body.

Although it was only an hour, his movements were so intense that Mo Yan'an was already tired and had no strength. He was lying on the bed.

An Tianhao bent down and hugged her tightly with a slightly scalded body. He said in a magnetic voice, ”now it's OK, the dress doesn't need to be worn, and the makeup has already been spent. You don't have to worry about it? ”

Speaking of this, an Tianhao also showed a trace of evil smile, once again lifted her slender thigh, which was a blessing in disguise.

Mo Yan an's forehead sweat wet her hair, let her see the past more full of charm.

At the thought that she was afraid of her own make-up and wanted to kiss but did not dare to kiss, he thought it was lovely.