C7 Married

"So hot... Woo … "Unwell …" Xu Anqing hung from Gu Qishao's body like an octopus, his lips moving down Gu Qishao's neck.

Gu Qishao felt like his blood was boiling. Instinctively, he threw her onto the bed and pressed her down.

Xu Anqing bent her body and rubbed against him. She could not wait to untie his belt with her hands