MTL - 1.5 Million Dollar Child Custody Contract-Chapter 51 . sailing against the current (1)

  Mu Qingyu had to work very hard to restrain herself from making seductive voices.

  Her body's conditioned reflex is almost completely out of her control.

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   "Hmm... Yunlin!"

   Originally wanted to speak, but the man's lips suddenly deceived her and swallowed all her extra words.

   At the beginning, the kiss was as gentle as a dragonfly touching water, the tip of the tongue gently approached, gently outlining the outline of her lips, and then slowly deepened, like a gentle lover's hand, bringing gentle skin touch.

  The slightly sweet taste of red wine soaked into her tongue bit by bit, enveloping her gently. She opened her white teeth involuntarily, allowing his greedy little tongue to penetrate into the warm mouth.

  However, there is no hesitation yet, the gentle sucking slowly transitions to the furious deep stirring. He began to crazily occupy her entire mouth, his flexible uvula, as if insatiable, lingered on her lilac, hooked, twirled, danced, and circled. . . . . .

  However, compared to the previous actions, she clearly felt that Leng Yunlin was different this time.

  He is indeed enjoying, and indeed wanton, but, compared to the ruthless obscenity before, he seems to have something more now.

  How should I put it, the first night five years ago, and the one three days ago, because I have no memory, so I don’t count them. However, when she was awake, every time she came into contact with Leng Yunlin, he would ruthlessly tear up her clothes, tease and play regardless of the occasion, even in front of Cheng Yaoyun, he could not blush without heartbeat, and stretched his palms from her neckline to rub her wantonly.

   And just now, he also pressed her in the car without any scruples, with great force. It seems that he doesn't feel sorry for her at all, and doesn't care about her thoughts or experiences.

   To put it bluntly, he is just an egomaniac who only cares about his own happiness and ignores the feelings of his female partner. Maybe other women doted on him, allowing him to enjoy each other unscrupulously. Or, in his eyes, for his so-called secretary, his bed-mate, the word "pity" has never been in his eyes.

  However, now, it seems to be so different.

  His fingers are no longer just satisfied with controlling, the pulp of his fingers lingers on her soft body, touching lightly or heavily, entwining round and round, bit by bit, arousing her emotions, making her dance, hover, marvel, and be infatuated with under his palm.

  She could feel that at this moment, while satisfying himself, he still wanted to stir up her emotions, making her gradually addicted to him.

  He is not a good man.

  But only at this moment, did Mu Qingyu understand so clearly in her heart.

   Whether the man is usually playing, at this moment, he knows everything. Whether it is the flexibility of kissing skills or the superb way of pleasing women, it can only prove that this man has experienced countless times and wandered among the flowers for a long time.

   I just love to play, it's not a big deal. He is rich, so naturally he can wipe out all those vain women.

   But the problem is—he obviously doesn't treat those women as human beings.

  For him, those women—including himself, are just containers for his physical needs, pillows to warm his bed, and toys to pass the time when he is bored.