, wonderful and free of pop-ups! "You're about to crush me. Is this... really good?"
She twisted slightly and asked him with a low smile.
He looked at her with fire dancing in his eyes.
"Today's wedding night, my uncle is sleeping on top of my aunt, and I also want to sleep on top of you, Qing'er..." he said.
"Pfft..."
Yang Ruoqing laughed out loud.
Silly boy, can you stop being so funny?
"That's your uncle's bridal chamber. Why don't you have a bridal chamber if you don't have to worry about it?" she joked.
Luo Fengtang thought for a moment and said, "Then I also want a bridal chamber!"
Her childish words immediately made her face burn.
She raised her hand and stroked his handsome face.
"You're just a kid, what are you talking about? The bridal chamber is for adults... Ugh!"
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly let out a low moan.
"I'm not young anymore..."
He whispered against her earlobe, but underneath him, something was happening.
Something hard and hot pressed against her.
As if in retaliation for what she said just now, he also deliberately pushed her a few times.
Her little heart almost popped out.
"Is it too small? Tell me!" he asked her.
She couldn't laugh or cry.
"Not small, not small, so big..."
"Humph, that's pretty much it!" he said.
His head was buried in her neck, and he kissed her inch by inch...
The wet and hot kiss, the breath he exhaled seemed to be filled with fire.
From her earlobes, it spread to her neck and then to her shoulders.
Those big hands fell on her chest.
Gently rub the softness inside through the bellyband.
"Um……"
She twisted her body slightly, unable to resist his enthusiasm.
A pair of small hands pushed him away, rolled over on the spot, and turned his back to him.
Holding his chest with both hands, he said softly: "Rogue."
He chuckled, "I'm just a rogue like you!"
The hot body pressed against her from behind.
One hand was placed on her slim waist, and the other hand gently hooked and pulled.
The strap of the bellyband fell silently.
His hot lips fell on her white and smooth back...
Heavy kisses, gentle bites...
Numbness and itching, like electricity, coursed through her body over and over again.
It made her limbs tremble slightly, but a strange feeling arose deep in her body.
It was a desire that came from deep within the body.
"Well……"
She let out a low groan, and subconsciously put her little hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away.
He took her hand.
"Girl, your hand is in the wrong place. It should be here..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed her hand directly on the small raised tent...
She was completely confused.
It was as if he was holding a red-hot iron rod in his hand, and he didn't dare to move.
He exhaled comfortably.
"Why don't you move?"
He gently rubbed her back with his slightly stubbled chin and asked in a low voice.
"I-I'm afraid..." she said.
His movements stopped for a moment, then he chuckled.
"Aren't you afraid of everything? How can you be so afraid of touching something?" he asked.
"Stop talking, you bastard!" She couldn't help but yell at him.
"Ha ha……"
He laughed more cheerfully.
"I just like you like this, girl, don't be afraid, I will teach you!"
He said, holding her little hand, and then moved her little hand up and down, moving gently...
Of course Yang Ruoqing knew what he was teaching her to do.
A face so red that water could be squeezed out of it.
Fortunately, she was huddled in the tent, with her back to him.
For God's sake, why do we still have to go through this process between men and women?
So shameful!
"Girl..."
His lustful voice, with a hint of hoarseness, reached her ears again.
"Huh?" She responded with a trembling voice.
"I like you!" he said.
"Silly boy, I like you too!" she said.
The person behind him was silent for a moment, and the movement of leading her also paused.
She couldn't help but feel a little confused and didn't know why she stopped.
Suddenly, he pulled off the bellyband on her chest, pulled her body over, rolled over and pressed her tightly under him again.
"Girl, I want you!"
"ah?"
She was startled.
Immediately I understood what this 'need' was.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay until the wedding night?" she asked.
She is not a staid woman.
They all decided to choose him to be their husband, the man who would accompany them throughout their lives.
It's not impossible to leave each other to each other sooner or later.
However, when he heard her words, he hesitated.
There was confusion and struggle on his face.
"After the new house is built, let's get married. I can't bear it any longer!"
He said, turning over and lying flat on his side.
He took a deep breath, as if he was trying to suppress something.
Her heart was touched.
Tang Yazi is a man who pursues perfection in this regard.
How much perseverance does it take for a man to endure it at such a time?
She was touched and distressed at the same time.
He picked up the bellyband on the side and tied it back on himself, then stood up and sat next to him.
"You restrained yourself so much and saved the best things for the wedding night. As a wife, I will naturally reward you!"
She smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the lips.
His eyes lit up and he looked at her eagerly, looking forward to her next reward.
She drew circles on his chest with her little hands and said with a smile, "Let me tell you a joke first."
"What's the joke?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Do you still remember the story of "Journey to the West" I told you before?"
Luo Fengtang nodded.
Isn’t it the story of Tang Monk and his disciples going to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures and conquer demons?
Very interesting!
Especially the golden cudgel of Sun Wukong is a magic weapon that can defeat monsters.
Yang Ruoqing said: "It is said that one day, the uncle and nephew took a bath together."
"My little nephew is ignorant and saw what uncle did..."
"Just ask uncle, what is that? Why is it bigger than mine?"
"Uncle said, mine is a golden cudgel."
"The little nephew asked: Uncle, have you ever fought a goblin?"
"Uncle said, hey, not yet, he has been pressing down with Wuzhishan..."
After the joke was finished, Luo Fengtang was stunned.
Confused.
Seeing his cute look, Yang Ruoqing felt that his soul was really clean.
In comparison, she looked a lot dirty...
"Qing'er, what do you mean? Why can't I understand it?"
he asked blankly.
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, then raised her five white fingers and gestured.
Some things can only be understood but not expressed.
Luo Fengtang was not stupid, but he had never thought about it in detail.
When she touched this sutra, she suddenly felt enlightened and enlightened.
"Hahaha……"
He laughed.
Yang Ruoqing quickly covered his mouth and glanced nervously towards the door of the room.
"Keep your voice down, do you want to provoke my family?" She whispered.
Luo Fengtang had a smile in his eyes.
He held her hand and said in a low voice: "I just like to be pressed by your five-finger mountain. Come on, wife, it's so strong..."
