Beloved Wife on Top : Master Mo, Softly Kiss

"Chi Huan," he held the back of her head, pressed her red lips to himself, bit and kissed her recklessly, and continued to mock her with a hoarse and sexy voice, "You first control yourself so that you don't react bigger than me, and then talk to her." I want to refuse but welcome, okay, you kept saying last night that you miss me very much."

By the time the words were finished, the men were all submerged.

The man in the early morning is full of energy, even though he only wants to kiss her once, but just once, he tosses her to death, from body to spirit.

He provoked her desires, teased her into emptiness, but he refused to satisfy her, and his patience and slowness made her beg him.

It forced her to cry and scream, and then she refused to end.

It's the end of summer, the morning air is crisp and clean, and the sun is shining, a beautiful golden color.

The curtains were not drawn, and when the light in the room was fully lit, Chi Huan felt an extreme sense of shame for being promiscuous in the daytime...or hanging out with a married man.

She felt as if she had fallen into a swamp, desperately trying to struggle out, but she was still sinking deeper and deeper.

This feeling made her almost collapse.

The body is also overwhelmed and out of control by the repetition and the imminent orgasm.

Chi Huan was finally fucked out of his mind by him.

She sobbed and said in a low voice, intermittently, "No more... Mo Shiqian... Please, I really can't do it..."

He pinched her chin and kissed her lips for a while, then smiled playfully, "Please?"

She nodded in tears.

"But it's useless to beg me." He licked her ears once and for all, making her more sensitive, and then gently blew into the cochlea, laughing hoarsely and carelessly, "Are you really If you can't stand it, you can find a way to get me out...huh?"

Chi Huan bit his lip, closed his eyes and continued to endure.

The man's fingers stroked her hair, this movement was very gentle, even the voice had an illusion of gentleness, "Huanhuan, you are not a pure little virgin who has just experienced human affairs, we have never done anything, and you have given me nothing. I did it, what are you doing with that expression?"

She didn't speak, tears fell straight down.

Just when Chi Huan thought he was going to torture her like this until she grew old forever, the phone beside the bed suddenly rang.

Mo Shiqian freed a hand from her body, picked up the phone and clicked to answer.

"Tangtang."

Tangtang...

Chi Huan froze, as if the blood in his body had stopped flowing.

It's a woman's name, no doubt about it...

Called so intimately, there is no doubt that it is his wife...

Mo Shiqian's voice was gentle and indifferent, neither intimacy nor indifference could be heard, it was very natural and ordinary, "Have you arrived in Lancheng?"

It's probably because the old couple has been married for a long time, so it's such a tepid tone.

Her tears fell drop by drop on his arm.

But he still bit his lips tightly, not letting himself make any sound.

The man was still talking on the phone, "Well, I'll send someone to pick you up."

"..."

"Yunyun, stay here for a few days, the hotel has been booked."

"..."

"The villa is still being prepared, and we can move there in two days."

"..."

"Well, see you later."

He hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, glanced at the arm that was wet with the woman's tears, lowered his head and kissed her, and kissed away her tears one by one.

If he hadn't answered his wife's call just now, Chi Huan would even think it was a gentle gesture.

But she knew very well that this was just...

The more gentle, the more cruel.

After the kiss, he kissed her on the cheek, smiled lightly, and seemed a little regretful, "It seems that I can only let you go."

………………

After the end, the man stood tall and straight by the bed, and with his slender and knuckle fingers he buttoned back the buttons of his shirt one by one.

Wrapping the chest covered with ambiguous traces under the cover of a white shirt, her demeanor is indifferent and elegant, and the taste and breath of lust can no longer be seen.

He looked down at the woman lying on the bed, squinted his eyes and smiled lazily, "I can't get up, are you going to let my wife come and catch her?"

Chi Huan's nerves tightened, and he sat up while holding the quilt.

"Mo Shiqian, why do you think I dare not appear in front of your wife? You raped me, why do you think I can only hide obediently?"

The man's handsome face was calm, and he smiled lightly, "If you want to tell her, I will wait with you. Where do you know that I am afraid that you will appear in front of her?"

Chi Huan was stunned.

She looked at the man in front of her as if she was looking at a complete stranger.

She opened her mouth, "You...don't you love her?"

Mo Shiqian buttoned the penultimate button of his shirt, leaned down, put his hands on her side and trapped her between his arms, with a shallow smile on his thin lips, "Let me tell you that I don't love her If so...you can be my woman willingly?"

Chi Huan was shocked.

Shame on myself for asking this question again.

What is she expecting, whether he loves his wife or not, he is married.

In any case, she is a junior.

She doesn't want to.

Chi Huan pushed him away, and got out of bed to pick up clothes and put them on, not to mention that she was wearing a backless evening dress last night...it had been torn apart by Mo Shiqian and she couldn't wear it anymore.

She had no clothes to leave here, so she had to call someone to bring them over.

When she pushed him, Mo Shiqian stood up again.

He picked up his mobile phone, packed his things unhurriedly, and took one last look at her, "I'll ask someone to bring you clothes."

"No, I'll ask someone to deliver it myself."

She is now afraid that others will know their relationship...

Regarding her refusal, Mo Shiqian was noncommittal and ignored it directly. He took out his mobile phone and didn't know who it was called to, and simply and indifferently ordered the person on the other end to bring a set of dresses and breakfast over.

She also heard him methodically report her yardage.

Very precise.

She was much thinner than five years ago, and Chi Huan even suspected that he measured it out by feeling last night.

"Mo Shiqian, I said I don't want it!"

Mo Shiqian didn't even look at her, he put the suit on his arm, and his long legs wrapped in straight trousers were already walking towards the door, his voice was deep and magnetic, clear and sexy.

When talking to her, it was like talking to a willful and ignorant child, with the illusion of being gentle and pampered. The so-called illusion is because the content of the words is so cruel that blood seals the throat.

"Go to the bathroom to wash and take a shower, and wait for the clothes and breakfast to arrive obediently. I have to pick up my wife, so I can't accompany you."

Chi Huan hugged her skirt and stepped on the carpet with her bare feet. Hearing his words, it seemed that the blood in her body had stopped flowing, and she stood there stiff and cold.

As soon as the door opened and closed, she was left alone in the huge suite.