The History of the Little White Rabbit Being Thrown Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Love in action

The moment he opened the photo, Tianlei felt that his heart, which had been silent for 28 years, was beating rapidly as if a motor had been added.

His eyes automatically focused on the cute girl in the photo, and it was only at this moment that he realized that women can also be such pleasing creatures.

In the photo, Mo Xin is playing the guzheng intently, her long hair like a waterfall is draped softly over her left shoulder, and that light pink cheongsam with floral print is full of her charm and innocence.

It's hard to imagine that just a distant photo from the side has brought him such a shocking impact.

Her elegance and calmness are blooming unrestrainedly in the photos through the computer screen.

A woman wearing a cheongsam should have undergone years of refinement. In the green years of 18, the childishness that should have belonged to this age was replaced by the classical spirituality exuding from her whole body. Like a beam of intense laser light, it shot into his mind and into the depths of his heart.

The slender neck reflected a moving light in the powder forging. She focused on playing the zither, and the moving voice crossed the geographical distance and echoed in his ears. It was a fairy music in the world. If I could sit beside her and listen to her playing together, it would be a blessing.

His gaze lowered slowly, the fork of the cheongsam converged on the two-thirds of the slender thigh, his gaze suddenly focused on that fair leg, no matter how difficult it was to move away, he felt like his blood was boiling at this moment Like boiling water, it is urgent to break out of the top.

He couldn't help but stretched out his right hand to caress the screen, a stream of heat flowed from his heart through his nose, rendering red flowers of love on the white shirt on his chest.

The blood of the whole body was concentrated in the lower abdomen, and the beast that had never woken up finally raised its head, set up a tent under his lower body, and clamored for liberation.

Although he didn't see her face, the hazy beauty told him that it turned out that this was love at first sight, it turned out that this was love.

Accompanied by his longing for her, he fell asleep at two o'clock in the morning amidst the ups and downs, and that beautiful longing.

In the dream, she was walking in front of her wearing that cheongsam. The cheongsam wrapped her perfect figure, but it let out her charming charm.

The white and attractive legs were looming while walking, and the upturned buttocks were in a beautiful shape in front of her, hooking him to move with her steps.

He put his arms around her waist from behind, and the frightened person let out a cry of surprise. The voice sounded like an aphrodisiac in his ears, his big palm followed his inner desire, caressed that delicate little butt, and kneaded according to the frequency of her posing just now.

The person in front of her was trembling, like a messy flower in the wind, she leaned her head slightly on his shoulder, and the disobedient strands of silky black hair floated into his nose gently Caressing and playing, a few shattered moans broke his last taboo, no matter how hard he could restrain himself, the masculine symbol of a pillar of the sky took over the movement of his big palm just now, and pressed the soft forbidden area maliciously.

Her moan was sharper, but it was more pleasant to his ears. Her little hand tightly grasped his big hand that was playing tricks on her waist, his left hand closed along the finger seam of her right hand, and his five fingers were interlaced on her waist, not allowing her to struggle.

His right hand followed the graceful lines, slowly climbed up to the last peak, attached the lump of cream, and kneaded it gently, feeling the beautiful rose blooming in his hand through the cheongsam. result.

His fingertips held the quietly hardened pearl and slightly tore it, not forgetting to whisper embarrassing words in her ear.

"Honey, your pearls are hard."

She moaned louder, her two hands helplessly clutching his big hand on his waist. Accompanied by bursts of seductive and emotional sounds, a stream of heat broke through layers of barriers, pierced through the armor, and soaked his pants and her skirt.

He woke up in this beautiful spring dream, looked at his pajamas, it turned out that this was a nocturnal emission, and for the first time he felt that he was also a real man, the feeling in the dream was so real, so wonderful and hook people.

It turned out that this was the real self, the sleeping wolf was finally aroused by that glimpse of animality, and really wanted to bully that touching person under him.

Yes, it's time to prepare to go back to the country, but I have to get rid of the two annoying people at home, otherwise, with his mother's temperament of protecting the calf, he won't even try to touch her. From now on, his Mo Xin, his little Xin core.

Last time his father thought about letting him stay at the American branch, but this time he wanted to change places with his father, so that his mother would follow him to the United States in order to drive away the vixen around his father, so the two of them would be the only ones left at home. up.

The devil in his heart yelled, he turned on the dim light by the bed, stood up, a few big drops of sweat rolled down his bronze-like skin, and reached his lower abdomen.

Walking to the bathroom, turning on the nozzle, the cold water poured down the top of his head, but it was hard to extinguish the wolfish fire in his heart.

"My core, my baby, here I come."

- Extracting MTL from raw by Du Xian'er (Poison❀Fairy) -

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