Chapter 550: Hey, Gongzi Ya (seeking a monthly ticket!)

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"Think, isn't it gone? Do you want to go to the space?"
"No." There is still a half cup in the hand of Moya. Long Lingbao is fascinated and does not dare to grab his own master. Therefore, the half cup in the hand of Moya survived.
Jimo will drink his own half a cup of wine, and then, throw the magical face into his arms, lean down, cover her lips, and a clear wine slowly into the lips of the illusion .
The illusion is fascinating and there is no struggle. She has been attacked and kissed by Jimo.
Supported two sounds, "the son of the world..."
The sound is soft and soft, the body is soft, and the face is more flushed.
"Oh, don't talk..." that is, Moya is vague and ambiguous.
This mouthful of liquor from the lips of Jimo, slowly crossed into the mouth of the illusion, her lips and tongue, let her not want to respond, the fragrance and sweetness of Linggu wine is full of Among the lips and tongues of the two, the fragrance and emotions that can't be said.
The illusion was forced to suck, swallow, the brain could not work, the wine and affection made her faint and faint, and could not tell the excitement.
The body is hot and panic.
The chest was accompanied by wheezing, violent ups and downs, and the light and high friction on the side of the ink, let him dim the light, speeding up the speed of feeding.
A sip of wine, all the bit by drop, was fed to the illusion. After the feeding, it was not finished. It was the end of the scent. He used a scented tongue to gently her, focusing and tender. Gently teasing, a little entangled, sipping the sweetness of her mouth.
The illusion was uneasy and moved. Her whole person was surrounded by Jimo, as if she was a weak beast surrounded by encirclement. "Hey, Gongzi Ya... I don't want to drink..."
The two groups on her chest were soft and rubbed even more with the ink side. That is, Moya included her voice, and she could not let her speak again. The wine glass in her hand did not know when it had been put down and reached into her coat. Among them, covered the softness of her left.
The illusion of the body trembled, some breathless, and could only rely on Jimo's mouth to cross her air.
With the helplessness of Jimo's big hands on her chest, the illusion can no longer be tolerated, slamming, screaming, and the body is not soft, the weight of the whole body is on the side of the ink.
Jimo, according to the weight of her hand on the chest, finally let go of her lips, his gasping is very strong, the star-like eyes are all dark, he goes all the way, contains her pink The earlobe is covered.
The sound of numbness on the ear and on the chest makes the sound of the illusion of the face softer. "You son, what are you doing..."
"What do you say? Small things." The voice of Moya has long been dumb.
Forbearing for so long, today I have to take back the benefits, and then she is not allowed to escape.
Said, the small things that will be soft in the arms, hit the waist and hug, and regardless of the food dragon Lingbao, walked toward the bedroom room.
Along the way, there was no stop, she untied her robe and threw it in the ground.
The clothes on her body were worn by him before, and they were easy to get used to.
Soon there was only a thin layer of lining left on the big soft bed.
The the bed, the hibiscus thin face, rouge and exquisite, the body is slender and round, and the scenery of the big chest is full of lure, blood and blood, and the meridians.
PS: Chapter 8 is completed.
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