Chapter 479: Itchy...

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He is strong and strong, and he has reacted under him.
In the dawn, I couldn't help but cast a layer of desire. "Xiaoyan, you should come down first, I will find you for food."
There are many easy-to-store foods in the storage ring, all of which are prepared for her.
The illusion turned into a small temper. "I don't want to, I want to eat uncle, you are fragrant..."
Said, bowed his head and went to the face of Jimo, the small tongue of cloves lingered in the face of Jimo, as if every time, it could absorb the scent of the body of the ink, the face is Intoxicated look.
Jimo endures unbearable, no need to endure, gently press her head, not letting it move, his lips moved up, gently and carefully gently teasing, "Taro, your own fire, you are now responsible ......"
The illusion is pressed and does not move, nor does she know that she is shy. Her low IQ makes her not realize what is called a man and a woman.
It just didn't seem to be right, but soon, she found that the sputum of Jimo's scent seemed to be more fragrant, which made his lips invade.
"Hey, uncle..."
The sound is delicate and sweet, and it has a thousand appeals to the brain of Jimo.
That is, the ink of the ink is scattered again, like a fire, the fingers caressing the delicate skin on her neck, and the overbearing force forced her to open her mouth, revealing the , gently sucking for a while, slowly Stir up.
She kissed her a few times before, she was all kinds of resistance, this time, she was smooth and smooth.
He was also afraid of scaring her, and the gentle kiss of the wind, the more intimate, the more unsatisfied.
Originally, I didn't want to touch her, but now I don't want to touch it. I simply deepened my kiss and my hand went into her coat.
"Hey, uncle, don't, you touch me so itchy..." The illusion turned and twisted.
The sound is soft and carries a dark fragrance.
Jimo yelled a heavy asthma, still did not let go of her lips, picked up the rolling hills of her chest, the snow colored, he did not return to her, gestures, hooded up, squeezed softly... ...
The illusion was played by him, and the atmosphere was gradually messy. She didn't know why it was, and she was a little bit confused and began to struggle.
"Uncle... I don't want to eat you..."
The voice was pitiful, but with a temptation, the ending was eaten into the mouth by Jimo.
Jimo released her lips and gradually slipped down. "I will not mind if I eat for a while..."
Said, she turned her body from above, and pressed it under her body...
The whole person of Moya was upside down. He originally wanted to steal the incense. It was this time, and the illusion was repeated several times to punish him. He did not expect it to be out of hand.
The illusion of the clothes has been faded by the end of the ink, and the scenery is infinite. However, the key parts have not yet moved, that is, Moya is unbearable, and does not want to use strong for her.
Bowing in the ears of the illusion, "Xiaoyan, do you want to continue to eat uncle? It tastes very good."
The sound is already suppressed to the extreme.
The desire underneath is almost exploding, and it is squeezed between the legs of the illusioned face through a thin cloth.