Secret Service Baby I President Daddy You Devil

[340 man with good physical strength]

The CEO was rarely obedient, so he let go of his hand, bowed his head to kiss her, and apologized: "Okay, I won't tear my clothes off next time."

When Zhizhi heard the eldest young master promising himself, he hummed and said seriously: "Or I can wear cheap clothes and ask you to tear them apart."

The eldest young master stared at her swollen lips and said angrily: "I should make you faint."

The woman who is best at destroying the atmosphere and mood is undoubtedly Miss Song.

Zhizhi smiled and said, "I can pretend to have fainted. This will save me more effort."

He leaned over and pushed her down, removing all obstacles on her body. His big palms covered her body with thin calluses, causing her to tremble slightly.

He was getting closer to her, and she could clearly feel his forbearing steel body pressing against her lower abdomen. Immediately, her chest was as big as a drum, her face was red, and she suddenly felt extremely nervous.

Although she didn't have many skin-to-skin kisses with him, Nangong Jue was also a man she had tasted. Zhizhi didn't understand why she was so nervous like the first time?

Perhaps there is an underlying expectation in this tension.

Feeling his body pressing against her, Zhizhi closed her eyes, bit her thin lips slightly, held back her breath and gasped, and clasped his shoulders with both hands.

He leaned forward, approached her gently and slowly, and gradually entered her body.

The sudden feeling of fullness made Zhizhi couldn't help frowning and snorting, biting her glistening red lips, and moaned...

But he still closed his eyes and held his shoulders tightly with both hands.

Nangong Jue saw that she seemed to be feeling uncomfortable, so he paused considerately, leaned over and kissed her cheek and whispered, "Open your eyes and look at me."

She opened her eyes, her gaze blurred by spring, "Nangong Jue."

These three words were more effective than any aphrodisiac. Nangong Jue was so tempted that he wanted to rush into the deepest part and rub her into his arms...

There was sweat on Zhi Zhi's forehead, and he called him in a low voice with his charming eyes open, "Nangong Jue... Nangong Jue..."

Every sound could arouse the waves of desire in him. His throat was dry, and he resisted the urge to want her because he hadn't touched her for so long, just because he didn't want her to be forced or suffer any more.

She endured the memory and slowly moved her waist until she got used to it, and then she began to speed up slowly until she reached the depths... The two of them snorted at the same time.

He possesses everything about her.

Zhizhi gasped as she accepted his intrusion, subconsciously raised her legs to wrap around his waist, put her hands on his shoulders and gasped, "Slow down... are you still injured..."

This woman!

How dare you ask him to slow down when you get angry?

Nangong Jue raised her legs, and a deep impact stopped her words, "Can't what?"

Zhizhi let out a low cry and raised her eyes to glare at him, but her eyes turned into shy ones, "You man, I worry about you for nothing, I'd rather be dead."

"I would be willing to be exhausted by Miss Song," he whispered, and suddenly sped up his rhythm, which made Zhizhi unable to say anything in reply. All that was left was his thin breathing and dripping sweat.

It seemed that he hadn't touched her for a long time. After a passionate moment, when she collapsed under him and was too tired to move, he carried her to the bed and shuffled, and squeezed into her body again without any explanation.

Zhizhi glared at him, this man wouldn't be tired, would he?

However, he had no intention of stopping. Instead, he pressed against her body, moving bit by bit as if he had bad intentions.

The tiredness in his body was driven away by him, and his passion gradually arose. Waves of heat surged through his body. Zhizhi put his arms around his waist, brought her thin lips close to his earlobe and kissed him. The hot breath spread on his skin, spring waves.

Flow, Nangong Jue made a hard wedge and filled her body again.

Zhizhi trembled and wanted to escape. He locked her body as white as jade, breathing heavily and started another crazy plunder.

It is easy to start a fire but difficult to put it out, especially for men with strong physical strength.

With this physique, muscles, and movement, Zhizhi could only close her eyes under him, falling for him every time he attacked.

"Miss Song, look at me." He suddenly put his arms beside her ears and whispered an order, "Don't close your eyes when you make love to me in the future."

Zhizhi opened her eyes and saw his well-proportioned abdominal muscles, his strong body floating up and down, and Chiguo's body touching each other...

Suddenly, Miss Song's face turned red and hot.

Nangong despaired at her cute appearance and couldn't help but hug her tightly in his arms. The strength was very tight but would not make her feel any pain.

The overbearing masculine aura and the hot contact with his body made Zhizhi's heart beat suddenly faster, and she felt a little overwhelmed when she hugged him back.

This was the first time that she had such a feeling.

She has everything about this man.

Her thin lips lingered on his shoulder, Zhizhi learned from the eldest young master's talent, biting back on his shoulder, leaving a row of tooth marks, and whispered, "I don't like to be pressed down all the time, I

Be on top."

Nangong Jue's eyebrows moved slightly, "Are you ordering me?"

Zhizhi suddenly pushed Nangong Jue away, pressed him under her, knelt down and sat on his almost perfect bronze body, and smiled softly, "No?"

How could Young Master Nangong be suppressed by others!

He sat up, clamped his hands on her body and didn't allow her to move around. He hugged her body and pushed her up hard. He groaned, and bit down on his shoulder, biting small teeth, and said dissatisfiedly.

: "I can't suppress you, can I?"

"I don't want you to be too tired."

His short words, waist movements, another crazy possession...

Zhizhi endured his intensity, her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails dug into his bronze skin, she murmured from the corner of her mouth, and fell weakly into his arms... somewhat unable to resist.

After all the rain, both of them were exhausted.

Zhizhi lay in his arms and thought, well, the counterattack failed, okay, just treat him like a young master and serve him well.

She rested her head on his arm, looking tired, "Nangong Jue, I suddenly thought of a question."

He especially likes it when she calls him by his name instead of calling him CEO, Young Master, Boss or Pervert.

"Why can you remember what happened to us eight years ago in OOXX, but I can't remember what happened to us that night in XXOO?"

(It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you...Thank you dear frbb2004 for giving me the silent gold medal, okay~~The next update will be early in the morning^_^)