Chapter 940: The belated anthurium (3)

Han Siqu had already lost control in this beautiful voice. He had never imagined that receiving Wen with his beloved woman would be such a wonderful, impatient, almost crazy feeling.
Maybe it’s because it’s not easy to get it, maybe it’s because of too many messy pasts in the middle, or maybe it’s because they might not be able to completely own each other like normal men and women, so even if it’s such a deep love, it’s natural and stable. All can stimulate his whole person as if he is about to fly up to the general joy and satisfaction.
He almost thought that he was dreaming, and he wished that time would stop at this moment, never going forward or backing one minute and one second.
He really didn't like men and women in the past, because he was too insensible, just like numbly doing tasks, really didn't have a moment of enjoyment and pleasure. Most of them are done in a vented mood by the effect of alcohol.
He really doesn't like it.
Because every time he saw those women, he had a kind, she was laughing at him, disliked his illusion, and filled his heart with unwillingness and resentment.
Over time, even if he often stays away at night, or even stays in Huajie Liuxiang for days after being drunk, he seldom actually touched any woman. More often, he just wanted to escape, as if not going back. If you don't face it, everything can be different.
If it wasn't for the day when he could finally stand by her side and stay with her forever, he would really lose interest in that kind of thing. But when he held her, he realized that it was not that he was not interested in that kind of thing, nor was he indifferent, but that they were not the people he wanted.
Holding the person he wanted, he realized that a kiss can make him completely crazy and out of control.
Su was steadily weak in shaking the kite, as if he was floating in the water without driftwood. He could only rely on instinct to hug his neck and press him closer, as if it could relieve the discomfort of his body. The feeling of powerlessness, and the strong desire for more Kong emptiness.
Han Siqu's hand that landed on Su Qizheng's waist finally didn't hold back, and gently lifted the strap of her nightgown, gently stroked her xiong, the warmth from the palm of his hand challenged again His bottom line and limit, he feels that if he doesn't stop, he will really be crazy, will not be able to restrain himself, will...
Han Siqu desperately wanted to endure, but at this time, Han Siqu had already been picked by Han Siqu and followed the instinctively attached to him by instinctively sticking to him, but it completely defeated Han Siqu’s sanity, Han Si. Qu turned over and pressed Su's Zhengzheng to Shenxia, ​​Xiaohan Siqu was already on the verge of collapse, and he had no way to restrain himself.
Han Siqu was suffering to the extreme. The sweat dripped down his forehead. He held Su's hand that was shaking the kite and pulled her down, his voice enduring pain and uncontrollable hoarseness: "Shake, Shake...Sorry, me, me, you, help me, shake, shake..."
Su Qizheng realized that she had never told him that she had actually...
At this time, her hand was already being pulled by him, and he gently stroked his Xiaohan Siqu, the kind of heat that almost burned her from the palm of her hand, caused her brain to become hot and whispered. Tao