Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 437

Wilson looked at Rosemary, who was sleeping soundly, and called softly.

"Well ......" Rosemary frowned lightly, rolled over, and continued her sleep.

"Rosemary, Rosemary!"

Lowering his head and murmuring Rosemary's name, Wilson looked at her pink cheeks and her moist pink lips and couldn't help but lower them.

Four lips met, Wilson instantly felt in his head, a reaction.

It seems that there is nothing in this world that can be more beautiful than this.

"Mmmm ......" Rosemary hummed softly and felt something on her lips, licking them gently.

Wilson half did not respond, and when he did, their lips were already kissing together.

Uncontrollably, he pinned Rosemary beneath his body.

The kiss was like a surprise after a long reunion, and all of Wilson's senses felt an unprecedented excitement at the moment.

It seems that just a light touch can set him on fire.

Rosemary's lips still had the remaining alcohol from the wine, perhaps precisely because of the alcohol.

She didn't push Wilsonaway, but cooperated with his kiss.

Kisses that get deeper and deeper.

The large palm kept on her body constantly roaming, the hot palm temperature seems to burn everything, at the last moment, Wilson stopped his movements.

Looking at the very difficult Rosemary, Wilson forced himself to endure the hardness under his body and said in a hoarse voice, "Rosemary, not today, when your body is healed, I will satisfy you properly!"

With those words, Wilson placed a soft kiss on her lips before getting off the bed and going into the bathroom.

Twist the switch on the cold water and let the rain wash the fire inside your body over and over again.

Lowering his head, Wilson took a deep breath.

What do you mean by self-inflicted, now it is.

Forbidden for so long, his body was so easily ruffled by Rosemary.

Wilson also does not know how long he rushed inside the bathroom with cold water, only that he came out, already exhausted, wrapped in a towel and went straight to Rosemary's side to lie down, and soon went to sleep.

The night is like ink, outside the window from time to time some insects and birds chirping, hanging in the sky at the moment the moon may sneak out to play, but also quietly hide in the clouds, the silvery light of her moon slowly put away.

Early the next morning, Rosemary slowly opened her eyes and saw Wilson lying beside her.

When she saw Wilson's slightly open bathrobe, revealing those sexy and perfect six-pack abs, Rosemary only felt her cheeks burning.

Although Rosemary and Wilson had already had skin-to-skin contact, it was, after all, in a dream, like now, or for the first time.

Rosemary looked at Wilson who was sleeping soundly, the long eyelashes were like two small fans, it was very beautiful.

This man's eyelashes how to grow so good, even longer than hers, God is really too unfair.

Seeing Wilson sleeping heavily, he gently reached out and touched his eyelashes that were like an ink fan.

"Is it nice?"

Wilson grabbed Rosemary's small hand and looked at her with an evil look on his face.

Rosemary didn't expect Wilson to wake up so quickly and for him to catch herself just being a nymphomaniac.