When I arrived outside the bathroom glass door of the bathroom and picked up the underwear she took off with me, I felt a little embarrassed.

After touching the fabric, the thin piece was not as big as his palm. Huo Siran's mouth curled affectionately. He endured this strange but seductive touch and put it in the washing machine together.

After going to the master bedroom bathroom to take a shower, I came out and opened the refrigerator door and looked at it as if it was empty than the cemetery. I grabbed the phone and wanted to order takeout or the orderly soldier at the door to buy it. Unexpectedly, I heard her calling him pitifully at the bathroom door.

Hosran frowned and walked over nervously. Her hair was wet and dripping, and her eyes were clear and timid, "Can you lend me a piece of clothing?"

In early winter, she didn't dare to come out in a bath towel and wait for the cold to catch a cold.

Huo Siran's eyes turned dark.

There were only two sets of winter cotton nightgowns that he had prepared when he was decorating the wedding room. He simply took out the pink set, changed his mind when he walked to the bathroom door, and reached the door of the bathroom. He reached over and gently opened some gaps. Then he shook the nightgown in her panic-flickering eyes and wrapped her around, then picked her up and went straight to the bedroom, without even letting her put on slippers.

It was cold and warm, and she couldn't help but sneeze several times.

I don't know how it started - Hosran put her on the bed. She was afraid that her hair would soak the quilt if it didn't dry. So he pulled a heavy towel and put it under her little head to wipe it gently. As he wiped it, he couldn't help but kiss it, drawing her lips little by little, and then gently pried it open and kissed it in. The numb contact on the tip of her tongue ignited the flames. The two bodies rubbed gently through the nightgown, and the sparks slowly set off, and soon ignited all the tenderness and passion.

Hosran first lifted the hem of her nightgown and followed her perfect leg curve. He felt that she was wet, so he spread her slender legs and legs apart on both sides of her. Her delicate whiteness formed a sharp contrast with his healthy wheat color.

The slim man under him slowly raised his head and trembled slightly, feeling that his whole consciousness had collapsed under his caress.

"..." She whispered suddenly as he slowly stabbed in, her little face tilted over and tightened the sheets. Hosran kissed her gently and said in a deep voice: "Does it hurt? Be good, I won't move."

After all, I haven't touched her for many days, so she is so tight that she is even more so at this moment.
Chapter completed!