Chapter 228: Jin, give it to me!

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As soon as Feng Sujin's sensitive body trembled, her body responded to his instinct.
Jun Mohan's eyes were very dark, his fingers were on it, and he rubbed lightly, not slackly, but brought a series of tremors.
"Well ... Mo ... Mo Han ... we're going out soon ..."
Jun Mohan bowed his head and sucked Feng Sujin's earlobe, "Ajin, don't worry."
Feng Sujin knew what he wanted to do at this time, and twisted his body slightly, struggling, "Mo Han, don't ... go out."
Jun Mohan had a fire on his body and looked at his wife, especially when she was dressed like this, how could he let go of her.
Kisses can't satisfy him, he wants more and more.
Feng Sujin was breathing shortly, her whole body trembling, "No, don't ... come back, will you come back?"
Feng Sujin even made a sound with coquettishness and weakness.
She didn't know that such a voice was even more exciting Jun Mohan's blood boiled, shouting ... the whole body hurt because of tolerance.
He wished he could tear her right away.
"A Jin, be good, don't mess around."
The more Feng Sujin struggled, the more he fought, the heavier Jun Mohan's desire was.
In the struggle, Feng Sujin can also feel his emotions and his physical changes.
"Well, Mo Han ... you didn't do that before ... too strong ..."
Jun Mohan kissed Feng Sujin and sighed: "Ajin, I'm not Liu Xiahui, I'm a normal man. Since you first asked me to ask you, do you think you can stop?"
Feng Sujin wants to cry without tears. How could she know that Mr. Jun will be so strong after being opened, so domineering, exactly like the hungry wolf.
"Come back, come back to the evening, replenish you at night, OK?"
Feng Sujin could only discuss this with Jun Mohan.
"No, A Jin, give it to me, or you won't be able to get out."
On weekdays, Jun Mohan is extremely fond of and cares for Feng Sujin, but in this regard, he has a strong desire to control, and it is not Feng Sujin who has the final say.
Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin's dress, her eyes darkened, and she reached out her hand to tear her dress apart.
"Mo Han, my dress ... I ... hmm ..."
Jun Mohan's lingering kiss blocked what Feng Sujin wanted to say.
Feng Sujin was turned by kiss's dizziness, his brain was blank, and he instinctively responded to him.
Jun Mohan kissed Feng Sujin, hugged her hips, lifted her up, walked a few steps, and leaned over, both of whom fell on the bed.
Feng Sujin struck on the bed. Before thinking, Jun Mohan's offensive continued.
Under his kiss and arousal, Feng Sujin was already emotional.
He knew she was ready, and then broke into her body with a force.
Like a stranded fish, Feng Sujin can only support Jun Mohan, breathe in and drink water, as if he can maintain his breath and life.
Some felt too strong, and she followed him into the clouds.
Later, Feng Sujin was faintly washed and washed by Jun Mohan. The clothes were prepared by him, but the previous dress could not be worn.
He put on her new conservative embroidery gown.
Feng Sujin looked at Mr. Jun behind his feet, his eyes and eyes were all gentle and petting.
Feng Sujin is still in her body, and she is lazy and doesn't want to move. "Hey, tired, don't want to move."
"Good, let me."
Therefore, her dress and her hair were also personally arranged by Mr. Jun.
At more than ten o'clock, Jun Mohan took Feng Sujin to the blue house.
After Jun Mohan got out of the car, he bypassed the front of the car, came to the co-pilot, and welcomed Feng Sujin.