: 939 "Congratulations, success has provoked me!"

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Recalling that the apron got the apron in front of him and couldn't help but say that he disregarded his own resistance, he gave his clothes a light, and then he left, and the blood in his heart was dripping with grief.
How do you spread such a friend? ...
Looking at the place where Lisha stood in the same place and couldn’t wait to hit the wall, he gradually returned to God without words, because the headache of his work at night became even more groggy.
Obviously, the real creator of this scene is not Laosha himself, otherwise she will not be this performance.
"Is it in the piano?!" There was no words on the spot to smash the master messenger behind the scenes. "The last feeding incident, you said that it was the master of the piano, this time..."
Looking at the shyness, even the skin swayed the red sand, shook his head silently, and the shame that broke the watch in the heart of the sand was almost not bombed.
"Teacher..." Yansha was crying. "Don't you keep staring at Laksa?"
"Oh?..." I saw the appearance of the sand, but it was a smile. "You dressed like this, isn't it just for me to see it?..."
"No... No, no, no, no..." The sand was messy, and the unconscious twisted his body. The apron, which was originally seriously inadequate, fluttered up and down with her movements, hiding behind the apron. It has also been shown frequently.
The involuntary, silent eyeballs were attracted to the past, looking at the good, his face showed a look of appreciation.
Although the age of Laksa is still small, the figure is already beginning to take shape. Do not say anything else, the shape of the line is quite good, at first glance gives a sense of expectation, looking forward to the future of this delicate body will develop into what it looks like, and the skin color is quite attractive. The white is red, so people can't wait to bite a bite on it.
There is no way to cover up this charm with the petite body. The taste of the barley is enough to make countless people pay attention to it, not to mention that the sand has a beautiful face of a beautiful man. Sooner or later, it is no better than a beekeeper. The beautiful girl who is weak and weak, plus her cheerful and lively personality. Suddenly, it was discovered that Laksa was also a fascinating material.
The only thing that is a little regrettable is that the size of the chest is still small and there is no long-term, but there is no problem.
Daisy, Meiqin, they are even smaller than Laksa...
The ignorance of the speech did not find that his pupil who lost his focal length was now staring at the sand. From the perspective of Laksa, it is like being intoxicated with the beautiful scenery in front of you. There is no way to extricate yourself. It is obvious that the tears in the sand are contained in the corner of the eye.
Tightly tightening the apron, Lisha only tried to hide his body behind the apron, but his heart was already numb, and his head was lowered. Red face, with a silent appreciation.
One fell into imagination, one fell into shame, and for a while, the whole space seemed a bit quiet, at the same time, a sly atmosphere was spreading in the air...
I don't know how long it has been. I have finally returned to God without words. I look at my head and bury it in my chest. It looks a little crumbling. It seems that he is fainting the same laksa, and he laughs out loud.
After taking a step, he walked in the direction of the sand, and as the footsteps sounded, the heart of the sand began to beat hard.
What kind of feelings do you have for being speechless? The sand that was first involved in this road is not very clear, so there is no purposeful action in the piano. But it is undeniable that the emotion in the heart of the current sands is indeed between nothing. , being pulled...
Looking at the ignorance of the coming, Wusha took a step back, but at this time, no words have come to her, holding her shy look, my heart, a sense of enthusiasm began to rise. stand up.
Driven by the sensation of heat, the hand stretched out his hand and placed it on the smooth shoulder of the sand.
"Ah..." The body trembled, and the small sand screamed and noticed the silent movement. Her neck, ear and skin were all red.
There is an impulse in my heart that makes Lisha want to run away on the spot, but now her shoulders are held silently, and if she escapes, she will expose her back to the silent, knowing that the apron is blocked. Can't live behind.
This run, her smooth back, is exposed to the eyes of the ‘enemy’!
Laksa could only stand still in the spotlight, and the panic look made it a bit dry. At the moment, it was very simple to slip the hand on the back of the sand to her waist. Immediately forced into the arms!
"Ah!" The louder than the previous exclamation sounded, and the sand did not react. The voice in the ear, the silent voice rang.
"Congratulations, success has provoked me..."
As soon as the voice fell, no words provoked the chin of the sand, and went to her lips, a little lighter.
"Hey!" Lisha was stunned, feeling the warmth of the moment, her head was blank, and she was squatting at this time, silently and bowing her head, like a chicken glutinous rice, The slightest movement of the lips of the sand was unusually gentle.
"Oh... um..." 凪沙 passively accepts a silent kiss, but in the throat is a squeaking snoring sound, the eyes have already closed subconsciously, every time I feel the warmth on her lips, she There will be a small contempt, and the face is weak, just like a kitten that is eating, and it is so cute.
Exploratory kisses a few times, found that Lisha did not mean to resist, and did not reluctantly look like, no words also let go of the heart.
He originally thought that all of this was just a mischief in the piano. Laksa was only taught by her...
The heart was relaxed, and the silent movements were also released a lot. The soft body of the sand was shackled in the arms, and no longer kissed bit by bit, but directly contained the powder. The tender lips, the tongue also plunged into the mouth of the sand, catching the small lilac that escaped, slowly and firmly entangled...
"呜~~~" The sudden movements intensified, so that the sand was slightly uncomfortable. She had never experienced such a battle. The last time she only kissed her lips in the classroom, the tongue did not fall. Now, Unfamiliar intertwined feelings in her blank head, unclear, so the sand can only escape from the ignorant entanglement.
As a result, nature is a chase battle, in the small mouth of Lisa, staged...
And the hand that was placed on the waist of the sand, also began to slide uncomfortably, one all the way down, one up, around the front...
"call…"
I don't know how long it has been, the lips that are close to each other are separated, and the two breathe out a heavy breath, and the face is very breathless. It can be seen that the kiss has just been fierce...
"Ha...call..." squatting on the silent chest, the sand blowing in the big mouth, the head that slowed down and finally began to accept the memory just now, so that she was pretty blush to the extreme, the small head buried in no In the arms of the words, I am no longer willing to come out.
Seeing it, it’s funny to shake her head and patted her little head. "How? If you dress up like this, you will wear it out, will you be shy and kiss? Not without you..."
It was said that there was no slight movement in the sand. After a long time, a mosquito-like voice spread from her buried face.
"This time, not the same..."
"Not the same?..." There was no word, and then it was not so good. "Yes, the last time was just an emergency. This time, you were taught by the piano!"
"The sauce in the piano is just for me to wear this way and wait for you to come back!" The sand-conditioned launch of the maintenance of his friends, and then a face red.
"Not... let me talk to the teacher..."
"This way..." Looking at the petite and whispering voice in his arms, he whispered the slippery back.
"What did you ask for in Naqin?..."
The sand smashed his eyes and the subconscious answered.
"Invite the teacher to go to the festival together..."
"The ritual?" Hearing the words of Lisha, he was shocked. "That festival, shouldn't it be the festival tonight?..."
Laksa nodded, and this time, no words and troubles.
He knew that the festival in the evening was only held in order to fight the ‘mask parasites’ when it was too much to stir up the riots of the general public.
Moreover, he also has to work...
"How?..." Seeing the wordless, Laksa said with a little disappointment: "Can't you?..."
Suddenly, the feeling of guilt in the silent voice emerged...