Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

I don’t know if it’s because of the posture.

She was trembling tight.

Leng Kuang only felt a burst of lethal relief on his back. He clasped Chu Qing's waist with his palms and pressed down, snorted, and sucked her neck fiercely, holding back what he wanted to burst out instantly. Impulse, then rhythm, impact...

Chu Qing couldn't resist this kind of posture at all, and while accepting it, she cursed: "Cold and crazy, I fucking... know you don't have a word of truth, obviously... promise me... I regret it again... ah, **** ,egg!!!"

Leng Kuang delicately kissed her neck and the extremely sensitive skin around her ears. The movements did not stop, and she opened her posture to the greatest extent, sending herself deeper, and she was able to hit her deepest point every time.

At the same time, he smiled slightly: "I asked you about it, you agree!"

"I agree to a fart!"

"Silence is equal to tacit consent, Aqing, you don't even know this, do you?" Leng Kuang replied, and then rushed into her body faster, deeper and more fiercely.

"Don't...so deep..." It was a stormy rhythm, and Chu Qing felt like she was about to be pierced completely.

Can't say a complete sentence, except for gasping, only a short whimper.

Chu Qing was completely in the torrent and lost her direction.

After the incident, they still maintained that posture, Chu Qing's face was pressed against the door, and her cold body was tightly pressed against her back from behind.

He was still in her body, didn't let himself withdraw, just like this tightly entangled.

This room is very quiet and intimate.

Leng Kuang really wanted to live like this forever, and live with her forever.

Of course, he also knew it was impossible.

At this moment, he also realized another problem, that is, Chu Qing is not like the usual Chu Qing, could it be...

Leng Kuang's heart suffocated, and he stretched out his hand and stroked Chu Qing's face!

The wet touch let him know that she was crying quietly as he thought!

"Aqing, don't cry, I'm not good, it's me." He wiped her tears with the back of his hand.

In my heart, panicked.

At this moment, Leng Kuang had an urge to hold a knife in his heart.

Of course there is also that, saying to her: ‘A Qing, as long as you don’t cry, what you want me to do, I will depend on you! ’

But he knew such a thing, he could never say it.

Because he knew what Chu Qing would say to him if he said it, except for the phrase ‘let me go’, probably there would be no other words.

Chu Qing stretched out her hand, removed Leng Kuang's hand from her face, and said forcefully: "Leng Kuang, we always do this. Why do you still think we can continue?"

Leng Kuang closed his eyes and leaned on her back: "Do you love me?"

Love him, why can't you continue.

Chu Qing asked lightly: "What about love, what about not loving?"

Leng Kuang said: "You love me, of course you want to be with me. If you don't love me, unless I want to, you can't go anywhere except by my side!"

Chu Qing's heart overflowed with sourness: "Then I tell you, I don't love you anymore."

The cold voice fell cold: "You are lying."

Chu Qing chuckles: "Ten days have passed in a month, and there are still 20 days. Don't forget the gambling agreement between you and me."