Chapter 1098 Fatal Temptation
Chapter 1098 Fatal Temptation
"Ah..." Michiko Ikeda screamed, reaching out her hand to cover her mouth. Even though he knew that a man like Zhao Jianhui would not only have one wife, he never imagined that there would be so many. She had seen Zhao Jianhui and You Xiaoran together, but she never expected that the table at the table this morning was filled with his women. This man is also a bit too carefree, too much, right?
Zhao Jianhui slowly stretched out his hand and gently hugged Michiko's shoulders. Michiko screamed again, blushing and struggled to get away, but Zhao Jianhui's arms like iron pliers hugged him tightly, and finally pressed her face against him. face.
"Michiko, don't mind, let us get to know each other and love each other from now on. You have also seen the women around me. They are very happy and united together, and there is nothing like what you imagined..."
Michiko resisted desperately: "No, you are from China and I am from Japan. The two of us cannot be together..."
"Do you really think so? Or is this just an excuse? I can't let go of this child, and neither can you. It's the best ending for the two of us to be together..."
"But, I don't like you..."
"I didn't like you at first, but after seeing the motherly love you have shown to my son these days, you moved me. Let's start from now on. You will fall in love with me..." After that, Zhao Jianhui said His lips pressed against Michiko's fresh red lips, and he opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to swallow Michiko's lips alive.
Alas, for the sake of his son, he actually had to sacrifice some male sex to seduce the mother of his child. What kind of thing is this?
Michiko couldn't refuse, even the air in her lungs seemed to be sucked out, and her head suddenly felt blank. However, Zhao Jianhui's kissing skills were skillful, and Michiko was unconsciously forced into a state of complete submission. Her tongue stirred fiercely in her mouth, rolled her tongue and started ###. If you continue like this, you will be dragged into the bottomless abyss. Michiko was trembling in fright, putting her arms on her chest to push Zhao Jianhui up.
A long, long kiss...until the two of them were about to suffocate before they let go. Michiko trembled, and her throat made a gurgling sound out of surprise and fear.
When Zhao Jianhui kissed her lips again, she forgot to escape, and there was nowhere to escape even if she wanted to. Deep in her reserved body, she collapsed in shame. She gave up resistance, closed her eyes tightly, and her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly. Under Zhao Jianhui's teasing, Michiko finally opened her cherry mouth slightly and stuck out her small tongue little by little.
Zhao Jianhui touched the tip of her tongue with his own and drew a circle. Michiko closed her eyes and furrowed her brows, and unconsciously let out a low cry from deep in her throat. It's not just a simple sweet feeling. The sweet feeling spreads from the tip of the tongue to the tongue and mouth, and every part of it feels warm. Although she is already the mother of a four-year-old child, Michiko has never experienced this feeling.
Not only did she no longer struggle, she could hardly sit still, and Zhao Jianhui successfully pushed her onto the sofa. Michiko stuck out her tongue a little more, and Zhao Jianhui's tongue tip touched the side of the trembling tongue more carefully.
"Ah...ah..." Her breathing became heavy, and she made this extremely depressing sound from the depths of her throat. Although Michiko tried her best to suppress it, she felt uncontrollably ashamed. However, her own violent heartbeat and rapid breathing could not be hidden before Zhao Jianhui's eyes.
After teasing enough from the surface of the tongue to the inside, Zhao Jianhui's tongue rolled up like another creature, and then stretched out again, like a small insect crawling along the branches. And those movements one after another really touched the erogenous zones in Michiko's mouth one by one, and the feeling showed no signs of weakening. The entire mouth was ignited with an emotional flame, as if all the temperature of her body was concentrated on her tongue, and even her delicate face turned red.
As Zhao Jianhui's fingers wriggled on her body, Michiko's towering chest rose and fell, and even she could hear her own heart beating violently.
Ignoring Michiko's pleas, Zhao Jianhui's hands caressed the snow-white jade waist, as smooth and slender as willow, and his tentacles only felt the snow-white jade skin, crystal clear, pink and jade-carved, smooth and delicate, as delicate as silk, as smooth as silk. Zhao Jianhui's hands held the delicate and plump soft ones, caressing her young and tender nipples, feeling them rise and fall rapidly under the touch of his own hands, and Zhao Jianhui's breathing intensified.
Michiko had stopped struggling and was lying weakly on the sofa. Zhao Jianhui picked her up, entered the bedroom inside, and put her on the bed: "Michiko, you didn't enjoy this ultimate beauty last time. This time I It will make you remember it for a lifetime..."
Michiko, who had separated her thin pajamas, looked at Zhao Jianhui silently. His hands began to untie the ribbon of Michiko's nightgown at her waist, and then without hesitation, he used both hands to pull down Michiko's underwear and spread her legs...
At this moment, Michiko raised her pretty face, her almond eyes, and emitted a rippling, captivating light. Her nose was small and delicate, twitching slightly. Her two full and red lips were like ripe lychees, making people want to take a bite. Her mouth was slightly open, with two rows of white teeth, like jade shells on the seashore. Her two round dimples were like small pools, wafting charmingly. The faint fragrance of powder flew into Zhao Jianhui's nostrils, fiddling with his nervous and thirsty heart, and nourishing his strong desire...
The most sensitive part of a woman was rubbed by him, and Michiko's whole body trembled and twitched, and she couldn't help but let out a very light hum.
"Ah..." When the tongue was sucked, Michiko's beautiful legs twisted slightly, and the part below the waist was completely numb and couldn't find an indescribable feeling. Michiko breathed eagerly from her nose. Michiko's red lips and tongue were occupied together. Due to her rapid breathing, she tried desperately to take her mouth away, and her limbs twisted greatly, and there was a sound like sobbing in the depths of her throat.
Finally, the man's mouth left, and Michiko gasped like a fish that was short of oxygen, and her delicate peaks trembled. Feeling his hands passing over her, transmitting the waves of happiness to all parts of her body.
"Ah... I can't stand it..." Michiko moaned shamefully. Her legs opened, and her two legs were stretched straight.
There was a light click, and Michiko secretly opened her eyes. Seeing Zhao Jianhui taking off his clothes, she couldn't help but screamed and closed her eyes tightly again.
Feeling his hot skin pressing on her body, his lips close to her ears, his nose "whoosh..." panting, the sultry breath rushed to her cheeks, and her body trembled more and more.
Although she is already a mother of a four-year-old child, she is not familiar with this kind of thing after all. The only time she did it was because she took medicine, so she did not leave a clear impression in her mind. After four years, she was "honest" with this man again, and the scene in the past could not help but churn in her mind... Next, it seemed that he should... But what is this stinky man dawdling about, why doesn't he come in?
"Stinky man, don't you want me? I will change my mind later." Michiko opened her eyes slightly, and her voice was so soft that she could hardly hear what she was saying. The man's strong muscles on her body were hot, and she was shocked by the strong stimulation and her heart trembled wildly. She couldn't help but hummed softly, and her face immediately blushed, and her beautiful face was flushed.
Feeling the soft and boneless body of the woman under him trembling slightly, Zhao Jianhui smiled gently and spread Michiko's slender and white legs. Michiko's mind was blank. The man's body odor made her feel sore and intoxicated. The tension and stimulation made her almost stop breathing. Her dizzy body trembled slightly like a spasm. The ten slender and slender jade fingers on her lovely white hands were tightly grasping the bed sheets like a spasm. On the soft and white back of her hands, a few blue veins were faintly visible due to the inexplicable force of the fingers.
Michiko's face was flushed, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were slightly closed. She looked so charming that it was hard to tell whether it was pain or pleasure. Her breath was like orchid, and her hair was like clouds with sweat. Her beautiful face was flushed and blushed.
"Ah..." Michiko cried softly. Before she could react, the man on her had already entered her body... She was shy and secretly happy. She was horrified by her reaction.
It seemed that in her subconscious, she did not reject this man at all. She didn't know whether it was because she had done something ridiculous with this man or because they already had a child. Maybe the two were the same thing.
Anyway, she and he were already like that, so what was the point of resisting? If... if the man on her was not him, but a stranger, she would definitely fight to the death and must not let him insult her.
Michiko Ikeda defended herself in her heart, but she couldn't figure out that there was one thing she hadn't figured out clearly. That was that the man on her had superb skills, which made her fall into depravity without knowing it.
Zhao Jianhui said that he wanted to give her a beautiful memory that she would never forget, so today he was extremely gentle, and in order to make Michiko Ikeda feel good, he used all his skills.
In fact, he didn't know that Michiko Ikeda had never forgotten him for a moment in the past four years since she had experienced a storm four years ago. Whenever she saw the child playing in front of her, she thought of the hateful man who made her give birth to this child. They had never met in four years, but the impression of Zhao Jianhui became clearer and clearer in his mind...