Ningning, you wouldn't want strange noises to be heard at ho, would you? — Dog Man Cheng Zhu.
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Shen Qingning's line, "This is my ho," seems to have little effect.
Cheng Zhu isn't stupid; he knows exactly what the situation is now.
No one would be able to disturb the two of them at all.
Besides, it's obvious that this leggy woman was just kissed into confusion.
Earlier, when Cheng Zhu pressed her against the wall by the door while kissing her, he conveniently locked the door.
"Wow, you seed rather enchanted, you didn't seem to hear anything, huh?" he thought to himself.
His only worry now is whether the "little dog Shen" might bite again later.
That little nip from her tongue just now took away half of his buzz!
Thus, Cheng Zhu completely ignored her words, opting not to invade her tender lips anymore, but moved down to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses.
At this mont, the leggy woman only felt her body tense slightly.
Since she hadn't been drinking today, her feelings were stronger than they were in Yangcheng.
Her arms began to get covered with a faint layer of goosebumps.
Cheng Zhu's large hand was already covering the firm spot.
Shen Qingning gently pushed him again, saying, "Cheng Zhu, don't..."
But in reality, such words were quite ineffective.
No speed boosts, no critical hits, lucky enough.
Soon, Ningning's blouse bulged a bit, showing the outline of a large hand.
It directly twisted the protective shell down, then began to pick beans.
Much to his surprise, they were already erect.
It seems that the tsundere girl is verbally tough but quite emotionally stirred in her body.
"The leggy woman has always been like this?" Cheng Zhu thought.
Even before, just a kiss could trigger larger reactions from her.
"Perhaps, it has sothing to do with her tsundere personality?" he guessed.
The more tsundere, the more teasing beforehand, the more precise the emotions are at this mont.
He always believed that love between a man and a woman is much influenced by emotion.
At tis, emotions may even surpass technique?
Cheng Zhu began to bury his head and eat "Joy Bean."
Relatively speaking, they seed smaller than normal, about a size smaller, and even lighter in color, more tender.
How to describe it, this delicate-featured, exquisitely dressed, cold and pretty girl, was ticulous down to every detail.
At this mont, she was gently pushing Cheng Zhu's head, attempting to push him away, but couldn't exert strength.
Upon being covered on the Joy Bean, she instinctively grasped the hair on the back of his head.
When he started to turn, she would grasp tightly.
When he sucked, she would loosen slightly.
By the extent to which his hair was tugged, Dog Man Cheng can analyze which mode she preferred more.
"And my Ningning, I'm more than willing to serve you." Dog Man Cheng was rather considerate.
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The Shen family, master bedroom.
The beautiful stepmother Wang Yushan was still tending to her drunken husband.
Earlier, after feeding Shen Guoqiang half a cup of honey water, he retched a few tis.
Now, she's making him drink the remaining honey water, and is wiping his face with a damp, warm washcloth.
After finishing these tasks, she set out to help him change into his pajamas.
The couple chatted inside the room, and the young wife couldn't help but complain a bit.
Of course, though it seed like complaining, it was actually out of concern.
anwhile, the live-in maid had cleaned up the dishes and kitchen and returned to her own room.
Many smart maids don't linger in common areas after finishing their night chores to avoid interrupting the hoowner's activities.
Nowadays, while many maids have a poor attitude and bad service, such a live-in aunt wouldn't appear in places like the Shen family.
In fact, Philippine maids do quite well in this area, with most having a strong sense of boundaries.
All this ensures that Cheng Zhu and Shen Qingning in the guest room don't face any outside disturbance.
However, because this is the Shen family ho, both Dog Man and the tsundere feel a unique sensation.
This thrill of dancing on a tightrope stimulates every nerve in them, affecting their heartbeat.
Shen Qingning doesn't even dare make much sound, tightly pressing her lips together.
Her lower belly, however, can't help but tremble lightly from ti to ti.
Today, she's wearing a knee-length sheath dress, with a shirt on top.
The shirt has been rolled up and the hem is caught sowhere.
Cheng Zhu, having had a drink, even seems too lazy to unbutton, appearing hastier than in Yangcheng.
This knee-length sheath, with its narrow skirt mouth, makes even taking larger strides a bit difficult.
But lying on the bed now, it presents a different kind of beauty.
Cheng Zhu's large hand started asuring legs again.
Only this ti, it didn't start from the ankle but directly from the knee position, going all the way up.
With each asure upwards, the hem of the skirt accompanies it, moving up increntally.
This revealed her voluptuous, rounded thighs gradually.
The leggy woman's legs were genuinely breathtaking.
No matter how urgent Cheng Zhu felt, reaching her legs, he cald down, willing to savor them thoroughly.
For a leg enthusiast, this was simply the greatest pleasure on earth.
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