[R18] Borrow seeds – Do you like “Borrowed Seed”? [English]

When Xiang Xun met Fuhua for the first time, she was wearing a red skirt with a beautiful rose embroidered on the tail.

At that time, Xiang Zhen and Fu Hua were just about to get engaged. Fu Hua was still a little nervous when she saw Xiang Xun. After pouring tea and fruits for him, she asked him if there was anything else he wanted to eat and said she would buy it for him.

She has a gentle smile, fair skin, and a soft-spoken voice. Standing in front of the tall and tall Xiang Zhen, she looks like a little bird.

After getting married, she never wore that bright red dress again.

Xiang Xun remembered that she liked that skirt very much and would only wear it on important occasions, such as the day of the engagement party, the day when she received the certificate, and the day when she returned to her parents’ home after the wedding.

The reason why I remember it so clearly is because Xiang Zhen likes to record videos and send them to his family. When he opens the video, his smiling face and the bright red dress will occasionally appear.

Xiang Xun stretched out his hand to turn off the fire, and Fu Hua took the opportunity to run away, but He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms again. He pressed her against the sink, He pressed down, and She hid behind her. Behind him was the pruned bouquet of red roses, blooming wantonly in a glass bottle filled with water, and a faint floral fragrance filled her breath.

Xiang Xun lowered his eyes and looked at the bouquet of red roses, and asked her in a low voice: “Do you like it?”

“I don’t like it.” Fuhua turned her head away from him and placed her hands on his chest in a gesture of resistance.

Several newly planted purple-red hickeys were clearly printed on the thin white neck. Maybe it was last night, or maybe it was this morning. In short, it was left by Xiang Zhen.

Xiang Xun rubbed the hickey with his thumb. Fu Hua unconsciously shrank her shoulders and pressed her chest and abdomen a little harder, but her voice trembled: “Xiang Xun…”

Xiang Xun had lowered his head and kissed her, taking her hickey into his mouth and licking her carefully.

Fu Hua pushed him hard, but he held her hands behind his back. After he licked her hickeys, he kissed her along her chin to her lips again, his hot tongue penetrated, licked her roof of the mouth, entangled her tongue, stirred and bit it.

Fuhua was kissed so hard that she couldn’t breathe, and a sob was squeezed out of her throat, with panting, like a seductive moan.

While kissing her, Xiang Xun reached out to take off her clothes. The straps of the apron were gently untied by his fingers. He inserted his fingers into her long skirt and went up along her waistline to untie her underwear.

“Xiang Xun…” As soon as Fu Hua ducked, she was bitten hard on the lip. She screamed in pain. The boy’s two hands reached in, fumbled and unhooked her underwear.

One hand covered her breasts and rubbed them a few times, and his thumb maliciously rubbed her already hardened nipples.

A shiver ran down Fuhua’s spine, and he couldn’t help but make a sound in his throat: “No… um…”

The boy pulled her apron to the side, exposing one milky white breast. He lowered his head and started to lick and kiss her. His thick tongue ran over the nipple, licked it several times, and then bit it gently and sometimes hard with his teeth.

Fu Hua sobbed unbearably and pushed He’s head with both hands: “Xiang Xun…”

Xiang Xun held her nipple in his mouth and looked up at her. His skin was very white, and the light in the kitchen was cold. When it fell on his face, his outline showed the sharpness of a young man. His indifferent eyebrows were full of lust at the moment, his thin lips were shiny, and his red tongue spit out her nipple. His white teeth held it in his mouth again. While looking at her, he bit her nipple.

Fu Hua was stimulated by this scene, and a stream of heat flowed out of her body unconsciously. She crossed her legs and shook her head vigorously, begging him with a crying voice: “Xiang Xun… don’t do this anymore.”

Xiang Xun pulled her underwear with one hand, pushed his knuckles into the underwear, and felt the wetness.

“Sister-in-law.” He rubbed the wetness of his fingertips against her lips and said in a low voice, “Before you lie, destroy the evidence.”

He easily grasped her chin and turned her face to the red rose on one side, then to himself.

Looking directly at her with evasive eyes, when speaking, her Adam’s apple rolled and her voice was hoarse.

“Obviously I like it very much.”