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"You haven't finished it yet?"
The man's low voice suddenly sounded above his head.
The voice was very close, as if it was speaking against her pinna.
She felt a little hot in her ears, as if it had been burned by his simple words.
"Not yet, not yet." She choked her neck and looked up at him timidly.
He had just finished bathing, and his hair was wet and messy.
He didn't wear any clothes, he just wore a white bath towel around his waist, and his bare skin was white with a hint of pink.
There are still a few drops of crystal clear water hanging on his body, folds in the light of the crystal lamp, caressing his sturdy body erotically, and slowly slides down.
He is keen on fitness, and he has perfected every muscle in his body.
Strong arms, symmetrically distributed eight-pack abdominal muscles, and two deep-set mermaid lines spread to the lower part that was covered by the bath towel.
Her gaze was on his lower body, hurriedly passing by, her face flushed with mockery.
"You, why did you come out in this way?" She felt her tongue knotted a little.
"We are the husband and wife at home, I dress like this, no problem?"
He said quietly, and her panic was in sharp contrast to Bi.
When she heard it, she lowered her head shamelessly, flipping through the photo album pretending to be calm.
He seems to remind her often about it-they are husband and wife.
She changed the subject in a flustered manner: "I used to chase you, was it particularly hard to chase you?"
"Look, these photos of you, when you look at the shooting angle, you know that they were taken secretly, so I took the initiative to chase you back then?"
She turned a few more pages, "You won a lot of awards at that time. You are so good and you are tall and handsome. There must be many people chasing you."
Finally, I came up with a sentence: "I can chase you, I must have spent a lot of thought and suffered a lot."
"Well," he replied in a deep voice, sat down beside her, paused, and added, "Actually, it's not that hard."
Because, when she tried so hard to get close to him, he actually gave her a lot of hints.
However, his expression was too vague, and she was too blunt to tell.
The two of them were probably a little closer, and Wen Xiu felt the scorching heat on his body, which seemed to be continuously passed on to her.
The end of her nose lingers around him with the scent of a man's bath hole and his unique faint smell of a male name.
"Really?" She asked back, quietly moving to the other end of the sofa.
I don't know why, every time she gets a little closer to him, she feels at a loss and feels like a drum.
He was silent, picked up a photo album and flipped through it at random.
Wen Xiu just finished reading the one in his hand and opened another one.
just
As soon as I opened it, the first photo that caught my eye was so large that it was staggering.
The person in the photo is her.
The slender and graceful body, wearing a set of white embroidered lace underwear, the light and transparent fabric can cover three points.
She stood by the French window and opened the curtains.
Kan Yueguang poured in from the window and coated her with a hazy aperture.
The picture is beautiful, but the last name is not indecent.
I guess he did it, right?
She glanced at him secretly and turned to the next page.
In the photo on the next page, she was half lying on the bed with a charming face, with a loose white shirt hanging loose on her upper body, and she was completely naked.
Her legs were wide open, folded into a shameful "m" shape, covered with a few sparse moon hairs, slightly raised, like a small hill.
Her legs were muddy, and the two fat lunar lips were split apart by her jade fingers, revealing the red and swollen pinto beans inside.
And in the wet inner city, there was actually a thick grown banana with a condom!
OMG!
She saw her face become hot instantly.