Chapter 362: Love is a light, green to you panic (71)

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She clung to him, like a naughty vine, clutching her big tree; and he was like a sea of ​​waves, rolling up waves, and sinking her boat at any time.
"……May I?"
"What are you hesitating at this time, can't you?"
"Girls can't be swearing - for men, you can never say no, you remember me."
She said: "I can't remember, no practice can't remember, come, no one... go up the stairs, go back to the room, go back to the room!"
He lifted her up easily, and the lips were lightly swayed, and she licked her ear. She trembled and tightened, and the ear was instantly red.
Min. Feeling, very good. The more he laughed, the more scornful his voice was: "It's not just not, but what you said, the kidney is not good - you come to experience it, my kidney, in the end."
"Where I said that your kidney is not good, don't say it -"
She was dissatisfied, and Huo Xuan’s eyes screamed red, her aggression in her eyes was more intense, and she couldn’t help but bow her head and block her red lips.
Siege a little, grab the Xiangjin.
Her skin is as smooth as a gel, and her blows can be broken. Her eyes are bright like the stars in the night sky.
Huo Xuanyuan’s narrow eyelids are slightly reddened.
He drank a lot of wine tonight, but these are not worth mentioning in his amount of alcohol. I don’t know why, at this moment, it seems to be immersed in the drunkenness. There is always the thought of thinking about it, in the brain. linger.
Not just waiting for three years, but waiting for thousands of years.
Waiting for the old days, waiting for the sea and the sangtian, waiting for the prosperous and desperate neon to retreat, waiting for the golden gongs of the bells to sing the Ding Yue, waiting for the sinister demon raging.
Finally waited for her.
He hugged her with his arms, the one who clasped his apex, opened the door with one foot, and the door hit the wall, making a loud noise, echoing in the empty corridor.
Her sly smile, wrapped around like a fairy, clinging to away the blood, he laughed and kissed deeply, she eagerly responded.
The kiss is hearty.
"You are a well-dressed poultry. Beast, old things that are serious..."
"Little girl, this time is still horizontal, I really can't get out of bed for three days?"
"Then come and try it..."
The curtains in the room were tightly held, and the small wall lamps were bright. The faint glow of the rose, the fragrance of the essential oils, the sweet and greasy fragrance.
There was a petal on the bed, and the air was flowing from the clothes. She fell on the soft and thick mattress and exclaimed two times. Then she laughed and pulled his tie and took him to the bed.
He sneered, raised his hand and pulled a tie, dressed in a poultry. The man of the beast, dressed tightly, had a lot of shirt and tie suits, but it was only a boring horse that was banned by the valley, and the throat was rolling, sexually. .
The man's face is dyed with a thick love valley, the slender fingers are impatient to untie the buttons one by one, simply pull hard, the clothes buckle collapses, revealing the muscles with strong lines and deep chest.
Downward, it is a well-defined abdominal muscle, and the two tempting and fascinating mermaid lines are gradually lowered and hidden in unspeakable shadows.
Russell only glanced at it, and his heart snorted. The original interest was like a balloon that had been poked, and it instantly fell.
She groaned, like a deserter who had no reluctance to retreat: "How big is it? No! Don't! Let's talk next time--"
This... Is this different from the size written in the book?
No, no, she will die...
The man bowed, not knowing that he should be happy or angry, grinding his teeth, not giving her the opportunity, holding her ankles with a black face, pulling back.
"No!"