The President is Too Fierce: Sweet Wife, Be Nice!

She only had a blouse that barely hung on her body, and there was nothing under her slender waist.

His shirt was long gone, too.

Not to mention the ambiguous postures of the two, they are still intimately skin-to-skin.

Even when he lowered his eyes, he could see her little stamens, which were more delicate than flowers.

After admiring his pink body, he indeed lowered his eyes.

She who was lying down was suddenly raised to sit, she was a little dazed at first.

Noticing where his naked eyes were looking, she gasped and subconsciously wanted to fold her legs together.

But she straddled his chest, and instead of closing her legs together successfully, she even clamped his chest tightly.

"do not move."

His eyes were burning, and his hands rested on her knees.

"Third Lord..."

Her legs couldn't close, she shivered in shame, and sent her tied hands.

The sweet and greasy voice, soft and tender, finally caught the third master's attention.

Only then did his scorching eyes move away from her delicate flowers.

The hands in front of him, the wrists are a little red.

He wasn't tied tightly, but after she struggled several times, her wrists became red.

He untied it distressedly.

"It makes you disobedient, and you're all red."

Holding her and rubbing her lightly, the red marks on her white and tender wrists were particularly obvious.

"You tied it cruelly yourself, and you still rely on me, big devil."

She was obviously the one who was tied up, so why is it her fault.

"Say I'm cruel?" The third master narrowed his eyes slightly, and the danger index exploded, "Take off your clothes."

Her ponytail was loose and messy, tied behind her back.

The clothes on his body were baggy, the buttons were all unbuttoned, and the little clothes inside were hanging upside down.

Her small appearance of being bullied so hard that the man couldn't take his eyes off him, he just wanted to bully her even more.

"me……"

The little guy was stared at with random eyes, not daring to look at him.

Can't he take it off by himself?

Let her take off her clothes under his gaze, it's very shameful, okay?

"Hurry up, or I'll tie you back again."

Her small waist is slender, and a man's big hands can wrap it around it easily.

He hugged her waist and lifted her up, making her sit closer to him.

The big hand on her waist also moved up fieryly.

Let her ride on him, this kind of perspective from the bottom up is so beautiful that it can drive people crazy.

what to do.

The little guy is getting more and more beautiful day by day.

Watching her bloom in his hands.

He was worried that he would not be able to last long, and he would not be able to withstand the temptation.

Pick off this still young flower bone flower.

"Don't tie!"

The little guy protested seriously.

Being tied up was uncomfortable and, well, weird.

"Then take off quickly."

The man urged, locking on her expression of earnest admiration, but he was not in a hurry at all.

"..."

She knew she couldn't escape, Shui Ling's big eyes flashed, and she began to take off her shirt shyly.

The covered delicate skin is revealed bit by bit.

Like a small flower bud covered with dew in the morning, under the light of the morning sun, it slowly blooms at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Until, fully blooming, the most delicate posture.

The third master's eyes were dark and terrifying, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down.

With a hoarse voice, he said, "Untie your hair."

She wanted to protect the spring on her chest, but the bracelet stopped halfway.

Reaching behind hesitantly, he untied the hair rope that was about to fall.

Her waist-length black hair was spread out, and the snowy skin and black hair contrasted beautifully.

It severely stimulated the man's eyeballs.