Female official rhyme - Chapter 382 Love is like a tide 1
The young coachman and Bi Xiu take a look at each other. Bi Xiu doesn’t hear Gu Qingyin make a sound again. After a little meditation, she nods to the coachman.
The carriage went all the way to the gate.
Ji zhuoyun’s hands used hard, Gu Qingyin’s skirt and midcoat were quickly torn off by him, revealing the pink yellow silk belly bag, and a cross slanting plum blossom quietly bloomed.
Ji zhuoyun’s eyes become deeper, and the thin fabric can hardly cover anything. By the sunlight penetrating through the curtain, he can clearly see her bright white and plump milk, the delicate milk tip that has already stood up, and the color is attractive, which is more eye-catching than the fine embroidered red plum.
Gu Qingyin did not stop the carriage, of course, Ji zhuoyun would not let her, and she also knew that if the carriage had been stopped near the prime minister’s office, it would not be a good thing.
“Ji zhuoyun, don’t you have something to say to me? Don’t you want to take me back to my house? ” She suppressed the panic in her heart and slapped him on the arm.
“I’ve already said it, soft tone,” Ji zhuoyun said hoarsely, “and it’s useless, isn’t it?”
His look was wild and his eyes were sharp, and she could not help but be shocked.
“That’s why you do this to me?” Gu Qingyin tenses his body, barely stabilizes his mind, and refuses his approach.
Ji zhuoyun’s dark eyes were heavy, “Qingyin, we will be husband and wife sooner or later. I am happy with you and want to be close to you. What reason do I need?”
“But I don’t like it, Zhuo Yun,” she said with her beautiful eyes. “I’m tired”
Ji zhuoyun looked at her for a moment, and suddenly said, “Qingyin, you and I have never traveled together?”
Gu Qingyin was not in the mood to discuss a trip with him. He settled his mind and said slowly, “Zhuo Yun, let me go first. If you want to travel, we can choose another sunny day…”
She can only hope that Ji zhuoyun can calm down as soon as possible, and she has to be careful when she speaks.
Ji zhuoyun held her slender waist and pressed her closer into his arms to stop her from talking. The hot masculine breath immediately surrounded her. He said in a low voice, “soft tone, I can’t wait…”
He can’t wait, he urgently hopes that she belongs to him, from body to heart, no longer hesitating, no longer guessing, he just wants to get her, completely own her.
He looked at her deeply, his eyes were warm, and he nodded eagerly as if he wanted to swallow her. He tore the tie of her belly bag with his teeth.
Two groups of white soft milk bounce out, pink and small areola almost touched his high nose tip. For a moment, he smelled a soft and greasy sweet smell, and his protruding throat rolled unstoppably. Suddenly, he caught a pepper milk.
Gu Qingyin breathed quickly, her arms were restrained by him, and she was unable to resist. Her body fell back like a tight bow, showing her slender neck like jade, and her head was covered with green silk like seaweed.
“No, zhuoyun, don’t be here…” She murmured hard, and the burning heat from her chest made her sensitive body tremble. She could not help but straighten up her high breast and fell deeper into his thirsty lips.
Ji zhuoyun’s lips and teeth constantly pick up the milk tip of cherry powder, which is the size of a pearl. The tip of his tongue twists on the areola, and the slightly rough tongue coating repeatedly licks and rubs on her rich and lustrous milk
Gu Qingyin’s hands finally broke free from his grip. One hand was clinging to the long ear of the curtain, the other was against his shoulder, pounding hard, panting, “enough, you let me go, let go…”
Ji zhuoyun turned a deaf ear, two or three times then restrained her.
He felt that he loved her to the bone, and a slight touch could arouse his desire. At this time, he was buried in her chest, sucking her milk, feeling her greasy skin. The beautiful fragrance filled his nose, and the desire under him had already swelled and hardened and roared.
With his palm down, he violently lifted up her long skirt, and there was a piercing sound of cloth tearing. Her trousers, together with their obscene trousers, were all torn to pieces, and the tender snow-white flower mounds were covered with hot palms.