Su Qingyu’s face was almost red, like a full red apple.
Although the two of them had even done more intimate things before, it was the first time to untie his pants, but both of them had already divorced.
Li Tingchen was also very calm, waiting for her nervously.
I don’t know what psychological construction Su Qingyu has done for herself. After taking a deep breath, her fingers began to move.
He closed his eyes and pulled down the man’s pants, then quickly turned around to check the water temperature.
When she turned around again, Li Tingchen had already sat down, her legs were slightly open, and the muscle lines of her body were unobstructed. Any woman would be crazy when she looked at it.
On the contrary, Li Tingchen sat upright with his back straight, with a handsome face that was ridiculously upright, as if thinking about it in that way was a kind of blasphemy against him.
“Susu, thank you for your hard work.”
What can Su Qingyu say? Although the conditions here are good, it’s not like there are even foaming balls at home. Su Qingyu had to wet his body, squeeze the shower gel in his palm, and then slowly slide down against his skin. .
After these two years of rest, the cocoon in her hand has disappeared, and the palm of her hand is soft and smooth. Whenever she touches Li Tingchen’s body, the evil fire in the man’s heart will be heavier.
It would make him think of the night Su Qingyu was blindfolded on the boat.
On the contrary, Su Qingyu didn’t have much memory of that night under the influence of the efficacy of the medicine.
Su Qingyu exerted the professionalism of the bath worker to the fullest. After all, she was a former lover and had done so many intimate things. How could she not respond to this body.
When she rubbed her fingers on her abdominal muscles, she silently said in her heart: “Washboard, washboard, what a big washboard.”
The man’s arms are strong and powerful, and he is so precious when he puts on a suit. When the clothes are taken off, the lines of the biceps are perfect like plaster works of art.
Su Qingyu continued to read silently: “Big chicken legs, two big stout chicken legs.”
She rubbed him hard, from her shoulders to each finger. When she washed her palms, Li Tingchen suddenly tightened her palms, causing the two of them to clasp their fingers, and Su Qingyu’s hands were firmly bound by him.
He still wears a wedding ring on his ring finger, and he has never taken it off in the past three days.
The foreign body sensation of the wedding ring came, Su Qingyu lost his mind for a second and then changed his fierce expression, “What are you doing?””
Seeing her displeased, Li Tingchen quickly let go, “Sorry, conditioned reflex.”
This action is Su Qingyu’s favorite. Sometimes when he falls asleep, she will secretly lie in his arms and stuff her fingers into his fingers one by one, without separating them all night.
In fact, his sleep has always been very shallow, and Li Tingchen already felt it when she touched herself, so she didn’t expose it and let her do so.
He also likes this, as if Su Qingyu belongs only to him.
When the two of them were tired of watching a movie on the sofa, she would also nest in his arms, eating potato chips while holding his hand.