Anne widened her eyes, her eyelashes twitched rapidly and her gaze wandered around, she looked at the face before her eyes in astonishment, and it took half a day before she came back to her senses.

Fuck, was that a precaution against her shouting at people?

Anne quivered her butterfly-like eyelashes, and he followed a little forward as her head fell back a little, until she finally couldn't move anymore.

His deeper breath came to her ears, spreading around in an ambiguous, charming way.

The movement on his lips intensified, and the man's kiss seemed not so obnoxious, and it was not rough but domineering, with an unquestionably strong possessiveness.

Although domineering, it was very skillful, and he devoured little by little........

"Well......."

Anne was about to boil and her heart was racing, she felt the sky spinning, blood rushing to her head all over her body, and her heartbeat like jumping from a building, every nerve picked by him leaving its original position.

The men kissed with extreme devotion, dominance, and wildness, and he did not lose his tenderness and took complete care of each other's feelings.

His superb technique invaded and dominated her spiritual realm, it was enough to make her soul unconscious and drown in it, and she produced a throb of cooperation.

Cooperate?

Oh, my God!

Anne was stunned by her thoughts for a moment and she wanted to whip her to death.

The next moment, she resumed the classic pattern of traditional women's resistance to molestation.

She pursed her lips and twisted her head desperately to resist, and she subconsciously pounded his strong chest with her hands, tugging at the clothes on his back......

Attempting to escape the unprecedented panic brought on by his handsome and thin lips.

Allen hooked the corners of his lips and unhurriedly reached out his slender hand; his hand passed through her hair and forcefully wrapped it around the back of her head.

He shackled her between his lips and palms, his other palm pressed against the curve of her back, tying her in his arms in a tangled position, and they were like true lovers.

Anne was restricted and defenseless, her strength seemed to be drained, and her slight resistance only added to the amusement.

Allen crouched down and closed his eyes, feeling her with his heart.

Her lips were soft, the taste was light and sweet, and the scent was fragrant...

His heart throbbed as if it was about to detach from his chest and his body honestly gave a response, his brain failed and the blood quickly gathered towards the lower part of his body, the evil fire was difficult to put out, he wanted to ask for more.

He couldn't wait to deepen the kiss and badly bit on her lips, forcing her to open her lips, his tongue dominated into the teeth row, feverishly grabbing everything sweet about her.

It was full of the charm of greed.

His breath sank horribly and the breath fell on her face wildly and hotly, the temperature on his lips rose again and again, which was very dangerously.

"Gurgle."

Suddenly, a crunchy sound came, pain attacked the professor's tongue and a fishy-sweet taste filled his lips and teeth.

His tongue was caught by Anne's sharp bayonet teeth and cut down viciously.

The professor grunted sullenly and painfully, but he did not shrink it back, he slowly opened his eyes and looked softly at the woman in front of him, without the slightest displeasure.

His eyes were hazy with an intoxicating light, rippling with indulgent pampering, and he looked at her as if he were looking at his beloved lover without any contradiction.

That was a pretty deep gaze.

Anne jerked; the gaze hit her so hard she lost her aggression inexplicably. She looked at herself in his pupils and slowly released her teeth, her head fell back and her teeth slid out of his tongue little by little.

"It's a good slide." The Professor wickedly compliments.

"......." the corner of Anne's mouth twitched.

Still saying such things, and she regretted not biting his tongue off.......