Chapter 570: Itchy, don't touch.

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Holding her hand, she also reached her waist...
Because the illusion of the face wears the purple moiré waist, so that his hand is not easy to touch in, through the purple silk yarn, gently rubbing, the temperature and the atmosphere suddenly rose.
The illusion is hiding, "Itching, don't touch."
"Where is it itchy? Here? Here?" The big hand of Moya is above her lower abdomen, and the east is ignited in the west.
The thin breath sprayed on her neck, sweet and tempting, and the illusion swallowed swallowing.
Hey, she must have been in love, and he hasn’t touched it a few times, his body is soft and soft, and he still has to drool...
The ghost made a sacred word along him, and returned, "Where it is itch..."
Ah, ah! This is definitely not what she said, and this is definitely the reason why the Acacia snake is poisonous.
Jimo’s lips and ears are deeper and deeper.
It’s honest, I like it very much, and I help you.

"Her!" The illusion is red behind the ears.
The illusion of the face only feels that the body is hanging, that is, the two hands holding the ink at the end of the ink are loosened, but she does not fall, so she hangs in front of the instant and reaches out.
Unspeakable and magical.
Jimo Ya is like appreciating a piece of art. It starts from the beginning and touches the tail. The look is still clear and clear. "For the husband to help you check, is it itchy here?"
His big hand is touching the softness of her chest...
The illusion can't help but lick, the body curls, "Hey, you stink..."
The rogue words did not come out, his lips were low, and her lips were printed, blocking her tail.
Don't let her talk.
His other hand had opened her skirt and slid into the body, ambiguous. "Maybe it is itchy?"
"Oh..." spurred her body to tremble, tears are about to flow down.
Stinky, stinky... bullying the emotional person!
There is no resistance to rebellion, it is as soft as there is no bone, and his mouth is blocked by him, not to talk...
This has stopped for a few days and I have to eat her again.
The illusion was originally extended to the hand on his chest. He wanted to push his bond, but he was powerless. It was not like rejection. It seemed to be refusing to welcome and attracting him.
The lower legs were tightly clamped, and his fingers were not allowed to sneak in, but they were suddenly let go of her lips, biting her earlobe, biting her pain, she exclaimed, her body trembled .
Let him sneak into it.
It’s already wet and slippery, and there’s a chuckle from the end of the ink.
Small things, I’ven’t made it for a few days, miss me?

Get out of the way!
I miss you!
You are a hungry wolf in the color of your son!
"I don't want to, don't want to..." The illusion is definitely not recognized.
At this time, her phoenix eyes are slightly stunned, her cheeks are red, her fascination is drunk, her body is soft and soft, she is soft and boneless, and she is as exquisite as she is, and she is like a delicious food to be tasted.
Jimo looked at the darkness of the sun, and there were two clusters of flames in the depths.
The corner of the mouth was still smirking, and the finger moved inside her. "I really don't want to?"
The illusionist is the Junjie, who is ravaged and captured in the highlands. If he does not admit defeat, he will not do it. "Think. Hey..."
For a while, both of them were abnormal in heartbeat and their bodies were hot.
Suddenly, there was a soft blanket under the fascinating face, and the illusion was placed on top of it...