Perfect Match - Chapter 189

He knew that his Omega was in heat.

Chapter Seventy-Nine

Omega, who is still holding on, will become a moist flower when she is in love.

He An’s personality was soft, kind to others, and loved to laugh, but because of the past knots, only a little coldness to Zheng Feiyan, and now even that little coldness has melted, the whole person was weak and weak Lying on the bed, charming.

Zheng Feiyu looked down at him, and a wicked fire rushed into the sky, so hot that he seemed to be soaking in the lava pool.

“Ashore.”

He called in affectionately, the index finger and ring finger against the tail spine, the **** slowly inserted into the hot and humid acupoints, the roots of his fingers must be wiped out, agitated, and patiently expanded for He An, while the other hand was smooth. Stroke back and forth on the lumbar muscles to prevent He An from focusing all his attention on the sensitive posterior point.

“Does it hurt?” Zheng Feiyu asked again.

He An shook his head in shame.

How do they say they have done it dozens of times, he can even tolerate Alpha’s cock, and now it does not hurt a finger.

Zheng Feiyu didn’t dare to be reckless. He held up He An’s waist with his palms, and took off. He took off his underwear and his pyjamas, and separated his two white legs between his waist and his side. Then he added a finger. With **** close together, slowly press, tease, and explore in the tight acupoint.

“Hmm … hmm …”

He An was immersed in the growing pleasure of his body, his eyes blurred, hesitated lightly, and his waist was swinging impatiently.

Zheng Feiyu listened to his heart.

When looking for a spouse in the past, he always treated He An as harshly as he treated his enemies. He inserted his sexual organs in spite of his care and only wanted to vent himself, and he did not know what the foreplay was. Now that I have done the foreplay in person, I realize that his Omega is so sensitive and passionate. After a while, the smooth juice has filled the intestines, which is almost unbearable. As soon as the finger is moved, it flows down and is stored in the palm A pool of sticky warmth.

It turned out that on those hellish nights, as long as he was a little more patient, even half a minute, He An could enjoy the happiness he deserved.

Zheng Feiyu accelerated the speed of finger drawing and simulated the rhythm of entering and exiting the **** organs, and asked, “Do you like this?”

“…”

The mood in He An’s body was like a wave, so soft that he couldn’t speak for a while, and he was lying under Zheng Feiyan with his breath on his shoulders, looking at him with a pair of confused and affectionate eyes.

The man has a tough outline of the face, sword eyebrows, deep eyes, high nose bridge, obvious throat knot, and a sharply folded shirt lapel under the neck, which is clean and white. The shirt is quite fitted, the fabric is firm but not too tight, and the shape of the pectoral muscles is vaguely revealed. The blazer is a formal dark gray, with a narrow waist and wide shoulders, and a flat back, giving a strong sense of security.

As if he was there, there was an umbrella covering the wind and rain.

And this kind of temperamental Alpha, his fingers …

“Wait … no, don’t touch … don’t touch there … ah!”

He An suddenly screamed. Her pupils were slightly widened, her neck was high, and her loose abdomen was stretched tightly. She pinched Zheng Fei’s waist on her knees, and her fingers were scratching in the air. She actually grabbed her tie and tied it. Pulled out of the mezzanine between the suit and shirt.

He knew where Zheng Feiyu’s fingertips rubbed.

I haven’t touched it before, but just now … The sudden numbness just now was too strong and weird, and the sap of the back acupoint was almost climaxing.

He An panicked, tightening his buttocks and trying to move backwards, but Zheng Feiyu held his thigh.

“It’s okay. You haven’t done it for almost two years. It’s normal to be sensitive.”

He An was still too cautious. He stretched his hands between his legs and firmly held Zheng Fei’s wrist to prevent him from going any further. He begged, “Just a moment, let me first … a minute.”

Zheng Feiyu laughed.

I’m in estrus, and I will have to do it four or five times a day. I will hang around him sooner or later and ask him to be affectionate. Now I only have **** and I am ashamed. What can I do in the future?

Zheng Feiyu then pulled his fingers out, hugged He An, leaned to the bedside, and let He An kneel on his waist with his legs wide open, and then lubricated the ring finger with the thick juice of his palms. Slowly inserted into the shame hole.

“Ah … no … uh …”

He An whimpered, feeling that his long, thin fingers penetrated into the body, rubbing against the inner wall, stretching and expanding, and frequently rubbing from the most sensitive place, giving him soothing numbness and refreshing stimulation.

Sweat drops quickly down the neck.

Zheng Feiyu’s fingers are proficient in kung fu, and he can’t resist. He An could first struggle two times. Later, the more he became confused, he couldn’t remember anything. In my head, a pot of porridge is slowly simmered in a low fire, and the pleasure is densely boiled.