The snow-white spring light and the red ray silk bodysuit bring great temptation.
I was so excited that I was gulping my saliva.
Lin Qing Yun's body is too good, the skin is as white as sheep's fat jade, wrapped by the red bra of the two groups of round fullness sharp visual impact.
The waist is thin, and there is no flab on the belly.
The red ray silk pants pants taut on the rounded buttocks, small shorts fabric is very little, the snow-white exquisite peach buttocks, look at the people blood pulse fluttering, unconsciously will produce the instinctive impulse.
Lin Qing Yun had worked all day and a hint of fatigue appeared on her face.
She didn't rush to change her clothes, but poured herself a glass of water and drank it before going to the bedroom.
As she walked, the two plump masses then kept on trembling and undulating, waves rolling as if they were about to jump out of her bra at any time.
I was able to change into a housecoat, and the excitement in my heart eased a little.
Then came the cooking and cleaning of the house, and then eating alone and quietly.
She eats differently from other people, almost one grain of rice at a time, and eats very slowly.
There was a book next to her, a novel called The Shackles of Life.
As she ate and read, even as she ate, she looked extraordinarily dignified and elegant.
Under the light, the hair was spread freely, black and beautiful, white face, exquisite three-dimensional features, long eyelashes fluttering, look at my heart.
I admit, even if it is to appreciate Lin Qing Yun dinner, it is also a kind of enjoyment, much stronger than watching what island small movie.
Around 10pm, her husband finally came back.
Wang Hanwen is about the same size as me, but his looks are very old-fashioned, and he also wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, looks gentle, and usually has an unsmiling look.
He staggered slightly as he entered, had to reach out and hold the wall, and had a reddened face, as if he had been drinking.
Sure enough, Lin Qing Yun frowned and asked, "Didn't you work overtime, why are you drinking again?"
"I did work overtime, and then my coworkers invited me for a late night snack, so I drank some wine."
He hemmed and hawed and went up to Lin Qing Yun without warning and then went to kiss her face.
Lin Qing Yun blocked it with her hand and said somewhat unpleasantly, "All covered in alcohol, go take a shower first."
Wang Hanwen listened to his wife's words very well, "Oh", then let go of Lin Qingyun and went to the restroom.
Lin Qing Yun's expression was not excited, but rather a little helpless.
This puzzles me because it has been a week since they moved in, and under my close monitoring, I haven't seen the two of them living together as husband and wife.
It is reasonable to say that women are like wolves in their thirties and tigers in their forties.
A week without making out, both men and women should be looking forward to it.
Could it be that Lin Qing Yun is more frigid in that area?
In the middle of my imagination, Lin Qing Yun had already returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed.
Then, she put her hand into her clothes, and in no time, a bra was pulled out.
I instantly became aroused and hurriedly turned the surveillance screen to the maximum.
The bra was thrown to the side, Lin Qing Yun collar buttons open two, a large snow white plump hidden, with her movements slightly swaying, mouth-watering.
The rounded silhouette under the clothes, even two prominent points can be seen, making me excited.
I knew that something good was coming.
As expected, in no time, Wang Hanwen came in, not even wearing shorts, his skinny body still stained with water droplets, and directly pounced on his wife on the bed.
