Chapter 1219: A heroic hymn!

[The text of Chapter 1]
1220 Chapter 1219 A Hero Praise!
In the taxi, Ye Wei lay in Su Ke's Su Ke's arms and closed her eyes, she felt really drunk, not only the body had been anesthetized, even the soul was floating, but she liked the feeling very much .
The same is true for Su Ke. In order to ensure the safety of two people, she left the car in the bar and felt Ye Wei, who was nestling on her body, could even feel her heartbeat.
However, the blood in the body seems to have reached a certain concentration of mixed alcohol, and the whole person feels restless. This hot swim is all over the body, and a fire of erupts.
The palm fell on Ye Wei's thigh by accident, and he couldn't leave anymore. The thick stockings were smooth, like nothing, gently touched, the thigh's fullness brought a good feel, especially It was at the base of the thigh, and the fingertips touched the small leather skirt, and suddenly moved a little more inward.
Ye Wei didn't know if he was asleep or how, but with Su Ke's movements, his breathing had become heavy, and even a slight moaning, his legs opened slightly to cooperate with Su Ke.
The temperature inside the leather skirt seemed to be good, and Su Ke's hands were so enamored that it could not be recovered for a long time.
Ye Wei opened her eyes suddenly, looked up at Su Ke slightly, raised her head slowly, and kissed Su Ke's neck gently, and then felt Su Ke's body suddenly stiffened.
The taxi driver looked up from the rear-view mirror, this is a very ordinary couple, not like the fiery one-night stand, often waiting for business outside the bar, I have seen too many things, even a few times See the live spring palace.
The speed slowly decreased: "Here!" The driver stopped outside Ye Wei's gallery.
In contrast, Su Ke was able to stay awake, checkout, and help Ye Wei get out of the car, but the action was a bit awkward, because when Ye Wei kissed his neck, his brother Su Xiaoke suddenly stood up Tent.
Ye Wei's footsteps are frivolous, like stepping on cotton, deep and shallow, if not with Su Ke's help, I am afraid that what I want to do now is to sit on the ground and rest.
When the taxi left, Su Ke took the key from Ye Wei and opened the shutter door. This door was exactly the same as the door of his own supermarket, and naturally he knew how to open it.
Open the door, turn on the lights, and help Ye Wei to walk in.
"Wait!" Ye Wei said suddenly, then her body shook slightly: "Close the door!"
The shutter door slowly dropped, and the two worlds inside and out suddenly. This was the first time Su Ke walked into Ye Wei's gallery. On the wall of the first floor, there were a variety of paintings, not only oil paintings, but also many other kinds. .
I looked around a little, and soon I saw a pair of Western-style oil paintings. There was a European woman with a plump body, golden hair, a lazy expression, lying on the grass, and flying in the sky was cute. Angels, but this is not the point, the point is that they are all undressed.
Su Ke knows that most of this type of paintings are from the Western Renaissance era. They advocate emancipating the mind and opposing the constraints of the church at the time. This painting is naturally a copy, but it is very vivid.
The lazy woman was plump, full of twin peaks, and even a bit stunned. Her long, golden hair was pressed against her body, and her whole body couldn't touch her, her legs were stacked, because there was some hazy black between her.
Su Ke suddenly felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head, and Su Xiaoke seemed to be very excited by the infection.
"Let's go upstairs!" Ye Wei didn't notice anything different from Su Ke. After all, Su Ke came in for the first time, and it was normal to visit it, and now she was dizzy and didn't notice it.
"Huh!" Su Ke answered, but didn't know that his voice was a little deformed. The first floor was a gallery, the second floor was a storage room, a studio, and a bedroom. Ye Wei went upstairs with Su Ke's help. The bedroom door was opened, and the outside lights were faintly put in to see the general situation inside.
Su Ke had just helped Ye Wei to enter, but she felt the woman's footsteps twisted, standing directly in front of her, her arms resting on her shoulders, and looking at herself.
There was even a minute or two or three of silence, and the two looked at each other. In the silent room, it seemed that only two people had fierce heartbeats and heavy breathing.
Ye Wei stomped her feet slowly and kissed Su Ke's lips gently. It was very gentle, as if tasting the most delicious food in the world, her tongue slowly moving.
Su Ke didn't know when he started to respond. The kisses between the two men became more and more intense, and they hugged tightly together as if to be integrated.
Feeling the beautiful posture in the middle of the arms, the surging torrents in the body became more and more turbulent, and the aftereffects of the flower picking system upgrade came as expected, but Su Ke didn't resist it. After lip division, he took a good breath. Then he lifted Ye Wei up and walked into the room.
The room didn't turn on the light, and it was too late to turn on the light, but what could this do? Some things can be done without turning on the lights at all.
When Su Ke fell on Ye Wei's chest and savagely savoured the sweet fragrance of Snow Lotus on the Daxue Mountain, the clothes on the two men had already been scattered all over the ground, Ye Wei breathed quickly, and arched up strongly, One hand even pressed Su Ke's head and pressed down.
Su Ke's brain is dizzy, but it does not affect the instinctual response. The hot tongue is like a mine detector and does not fall into the corner. Ye Wei ’s body is more like a sea wave, sometimes bowing, sometimes lying down, two Grasp the sheets tightly with your hands.
"Suker --- Suker ----!" Shouting Suker's name completely unconsciously, and even the open legs began to rub his body constantly.
When Su Xiaoke had transformed into a monk Lu Zhishen who was able to pull up a willow flower, and when Lu Zhishen came into contact with the fragrant grassland that had turned into a pool of spring water, the fierce flower monk finally fell into the quagmire.
"Um ---!" Su Ke hummed subconsciously, as if he sounded the marching horn.
When the monk entered the local position, he was cautious, slowly moved forward, and step by step. Except that he felt a little difficult to enter at first, the back was even a flat horse, and finally the prelude to Yaowu Yangwei began.
Lu Zhishen is good at making a 62-pound water-milled zen stick. This zen stick is naturally heavy and very brave, and the way of attack is even more open and close.
The reason why the Shuimo Zen stick is called that is that it must have water and must be ground. In this situation, it is truly worthy of the name.
The sound of fighting in the room was endless. On this Christmas Eve, a heroic hymn was left. The composer was Su Ke, and the music player Ye Wei.