MTL - 100 Ways to Get the Male God

The light of dawn breaks through the dark sky and illuminates the large European-style rooms. In the gauze light dance room, the teenager turned over and covered in Yu Chu, soft road:

"Ryan, let's do something interesting."

Yu Chu opened his eyes in an instant.

She stared blankly at the ice-blue shackles above her, and the other side bent her lips, a cute look.

Is there something interesting?

She swallowed her mouth unconsciously, and some did not dare to look at the beautiful eyes, so she turned her head and kept a calm look and asked, "What?"

... is she wants to marry.

Amber bends the petal-like red lips, and the fingers gently click on the girl's cheeks, in the soft, squeaky voice, with an obvious joy:

"Hey... what do you say?"

He leaned over and gently lifted her chin, and the thin, nice lips covered it. The white teeth bite the other's lips, and then closed their eyes cheerfully. The eyelashes moved slightly and kissed deeply.

His fingers went up along the waist, and the girl's eyes quickly floated in the water, and in the interval of being kissed and panting, he struggled with some trouble.

The slender body of the juvenile was attached to her, there was almost no gap, and the touch of the body came, and even the breath of the scent of his lips was fascinating.

Yu Chu pushed him subconsciously: "An..."

"... Don't move." The boy suddenly said.

His voice was slightly dull, but still contained a hint of calm and precious.

Yu Chu opened his eyes in an instant.

This tone... really like that person.

The tone is that the person is always indifferent, and the tone is calm. Just, the content is...

The girl blushes silently.

She has never heard him like this tone of forbearance.

She suddenly and quietly calmed down. The man made a slight meal and then lowered his head and dropped a soothing kiss on her forehead. The voice of the teenager is soft and dumb:

"Don't be afraid."

Yu Chu bite his lip and stare at the **** throat of the other neck, still dying:

"But I am going to get up soon..."

"There are two hours from the morning, and four hours from the maid calling you to get out of bed." Anmer bites her earlobe, slowly speaking in a careless tone.

He bent his thin lips and smiled, as if a blooming rose was beautiful and dangerous. In the ice-blue scorpion, the water is like a pool of water, the sound is soft and soft, with a deliberate spoiled:

"Ryan...Amber is like you."

He leaned over and kissed her neck, and the girl couldn't help but curl up her toes and grab his clothes.

The last piece of memory is blurred.

Only vaguely seeing the shackles of the man on his body, the blue water is shining, the blushing lips are slightly open, and the whispering whisper is slightly spit.

The line of sight is on his delicately shaped clavicle, and the white complexion seems to be slightly reddish, and the glittering sweat drops slowly along the beautiful abdominal muscles.

The thin lips of the juvenile stroked the curvature of the lameness, and the white fingertips gently touched the girl's sweaty face, and the voice was hoarse and soft: "...you are mine."

......

The field is filled with unknown flowers, and the tip of the nose is filled with a touch of scent. The girl lifted her hat and revealed a beautiful face.

She politely asked the field peasant woman.

The other party showed a stunned expression, and then eagerly pointed her direction: "Go straight. That's the young couple, the long one is really beautiful."