Fierce finger

  "Good boy, let me touch it, huh?"

  I grasped his hand tightly and pressed my legs together: "Are you doing this on purpose? If you're uncomfortable, then I won't be comfortable either?"

  He chuckled softly and whispered into my ear, "Let you have a good time today, huh?"

  Not even giving me a chance to resist, he swept me up and placed me in the center of the round bed. He gazed at my body with narrowed eyes, then covered himself and the quilt over me.

  I knew it!

  If he wants to do something, everything else has to wait until he's done, discussing and negotiating beforehand is completely useless!

  He covered me with the quilt and also covered my lips...

  Long fingers ignited sparks all over me, scorching palms that seemed to burn my skin.

  He finally became dissatisfied with just skin, his fingertips were on my navel one moment, and the next they slid down my sensitive line to the valley, even though I had my legs tightly closed, he still found a weakness...

  Her slender fingers instantly opened a slit, touching the sensitive pearl, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing it with her fingertips... I couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh, and he seemed to have been encouraged, sliding down, then... pulling out...

  I thought it was over, but he raised his fingers to his eyes, and under my embarrassed gaze, he stuck out the tip of his tongue, with a seductive tone, licked it lightly, and said in a low voice: "Look, it's responding to me."

  What he called a response was just those sparkling things in his hand, which made me even more embarrassed, my face burning with no place to hide.

  I'd rather bite him to death!

  What a silver dream!

  I reached out and grabbed his hand: "You're a scoundrel! You're so shameless you'd even stoop to this, you're rotten to the core!"

  "What's the matter?" He was full of smiles, with affectionate desire, whispering in my ear: "I love you and only do romantic things with you, from now on, day and night..." His fingers somehow slipped into the valley again, taking advantage of the smoothness, reaching the entrance: "This, all belongs to me."

  "Don't..." I subconsciously grabbed his hand that was about to delve deeper, turned my head away and didn't dare look at him, almost pleading: "Let me off..."

  "No way." He flatly refused and bowed his head to accurately peck my lips: "I have to give you some deep memories, so I can rest assured when you go back."

  Before I could even process the meaning of his words, he leaned down and suddenly lifted my legs onto his waist, momentarily taking on a completely open posture, facing his crotch...

  I was frightened and hastily reached out to stop him: "Su Hao..."

  "Don't be afraid." He whispered in my ear, "It will feel good..."

  His fingers probed inside.

  I can clearly feel my own wetness...

  The whole person was trembling, burying his head in his arms and shaking his voice: "You... be gentle..."

  "It's just a finger, doesn't hurt..."

  He said so, his fingers had already taken action inside, sticking to the inner wall, sliding deeply and shallowly... I trembled helplessly with his movements, suppressing the urge to cry...

  Gradually, the increasingly heavy burning, the increasingly scorching friction, his thumb still touched the pearl, two places simultaneously torturing, a ball of fire in the lower abdomen that was getting more and more fierce... As he moved his fingers, the wet kisses by his ear, his brain gradually lost its consciousness, suddenly flashing out bursts of white light...

  I finally couldn't help but let out a low sob...

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  Even if it's an unrequited love, it's still a very mentally and physically exhausting thing.

  Until Su Hao called me to get up and have dinner, I was still lazy and didn't want to move. If it were you, even standing would feel empty, would you be happy to run around?

  Anyway, I won't, but this guy threatened me: "Take you down? If you don't eat the dishes made by Yang's wife, you will regret it."

  Yang is the new nanny, but in fact, she's an old familiar face. She's the daughter-in-law of Yang Mama from the Old Su's house. The last time they met was more than five years ago when she had just given birth to her second child.

  "What time did Yang Sao arrive?"

  "Hmm." He made a recollecting gesture and said: "This afternoon? I went to pick up the plane."

  He... received the plane? He received the plane!

  So when Su Hang came back, she had already arrived? Doesn't that mean she knew we were locked in the room for an entire afternoon?

  Ahhhhh... I'm so frustrated!

  I covered my face and rolled back into the quilt: "Su Hao, your heart is really black..."

  "How can your future mother-in-law feel at ease if you don't show some affection?" He came over with a smile, picked me up from the quilt, and coaxed me saying: "Alright, alright, after we get married this will be normal, every time hiding under the quilt, are you not planning to get out of bed for your whole life?"

  "For a lifetime?" I looked at him with utmost admiration: "I couldn't even last a lifetime, Mr. Su, you're truly formidable!"

  "Fingers are also very powerful."

  When he said this, Wei Suo looked no different from a diligent beast, seriously discussing the company's prospects, current situation and future development.

  My whole body's blood rushed to my face, and I couldn't bear it, pushing him away: "Get out of here quickly, I don't know anyone as shameless as you, that skin can be used as a bulletproof mask!"

  "It's enough that I know you." He bent down and kissed my forehead, then stood up and said: "Tomorrow morning Sunny will come to bring you clothes, let's set off after lunch."

  Miss Sunny is the head of Xinzhou Fashion Studio's women's department, also serving as chief designer and shareholder. Her designs often become the battle armor for high-society ladies and celebrities to show off their elegance, in the fashion circle, she is a young female powerhouse, Shen Qiwei has praised her many times.

  My understanding of her also comes from Shen Qiwei, who has always wanted to design a queen-style wedding dress for this successful but unmarried Sunny girl, not excluding the suspicion of borrowing eastern wind to advertise.

  Tomorrow morning I can finally meet Miss Sunny in person.

  Wait, is it morning? My mind flashed and I was stunned: "Isn't my flight this morning? Will I make it?"

  "I've changed my ticket." He said with a straight face.

  "Alright, you win again!" I resigned myself and wondered: "The chief designer also works part-time as a courier?"

  "You'll know tomorrow." He lifted his foot out and gently closed the door.

  I dressed neatly and looked at myself in the mirror again and again, making sure there was nothing that couldn't be seen, before feeling relieved to go downstairs.

  Su Hao was holding a piece of pork ribs, squatting at the entrance of the restaurant, teasing two small white puppies with evil intentions, making them stand and sit, staring at the pork ribs with drooling mouths.

  He got up as I walked over, put the ribs back in the dog bowl on the table, wiped his hands with a tissue, and looked at me gently.

  He didn't say anything, just stared at me like that. I gradually felt a bit uneasy and asked guardedly: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

  That's impossible, I checked myself in the mirror several times before coming downstairs, but still couldn't help touching my face out of guilt. Then he said, "Yang Shu made you a red date and longan sweet soup to nourish your qi and blood."

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