After the BMW left the city, there were fewer vehicles on the road. Tong Huizhi said that he wanted to test the effect of Moji's driving practice, so he asked him to drive forward slowly. In fact, he was dragged by Xu Hongyuan to dance all night. It was really

A little tired.

Moji saw her lying on her back in the passenger seat with her eyes closed, so he drove the car back to the villa slowly without disturbing her. When they entered the courtyard, Tong Huizhi had fallen asleep, so Moji had to carry her into the house and go upstairs.

After putting her on the bed and falling asleep, Mo Ji also felt a little tired, so he quickly took a shower and hugged her to sleep. Xu Yimin and Su Xiaofu were both well-known people with rich backgrounds.

She was still a virgin, so he didn't dare to sleep around. Although they might be willing, he still restrained his impulse and let them come back separately. At that time, Su Xiaofu rolled her eyes at him several times, probably because he didn't mean what he said. Mo Ji

The little hooligan just pretended that he didn't see it and simply ignored it.

The day was still very fulfilling, including driving practice, having sex with Su Xiaorong twice, having an affair in the elevator, partying, etc. Mo Ji was very busy. Holding Tong Huizhi's mature body, he quickly

Just go to sleep.

Feeling that his nose was itchy, Mo Ji slowly opened his eyes and found that it was already bright. Tong Huizhi was lying in front of him, stroking his nose with his thin hair. He said lazily: "Mom, good morning

.”

Tong Huizhijiao smiled and said: "Jier, you finally woke up, I've been fucking you for a long time." Her hand reached under the thin quilt, went deep inside, and caught him, who was erect due to his morning erection.

Little Moji couldn't help but try a few times.

"Did Mom want to do it to Jill?" Mo Ji, a little gangster, made a joke about Tong Huizhi and said humorously. He held her in his arms, pillowed her head with one hand, and placed his other hand on her

The pair of plump white rabbits were kneaded on her chest.

It was morning, and the woman's passion was soaring. She said with some emotion: "Good luck, Mom, I miss you."

Moji had not yet been released from the fire he had been made by Su Xiaofu last night. At this time, he was panicking. Like dry firewood exposed to the scorching sun in July, Tong Huizhi's words were like a fire, which immediately ignited him.

The passion inside.

He cleared away the unnecessary obstacles on the two of them in three strokes, and immediately pressed down on Tong Huizhi's plump and delicate body. He held a pair of breasts in his hands and placed them on his mother's most gentle breasts like a piglet.

He moved back and forth, picking up a grape from time to time and sucking it in his mouth like "squeak, squeak".

Tong Huizhi held his head and stroked it, gasping and saying: "Good son, you are so good at sucking mother's milk."

Moji, a little gangster, showed his true nature at this time. He felt so comfortable when touched, and said with a thief smile: "Besides sucking mother's breasts, what else can my son do?"

Tong Huizhi was shy and silent, and moved her hands on Moji's back, like two snakes swimming in the water, extremely light!

Mo Ji teased her, straightened up, and moved the straight iron pestle around Tong Huizhi's little mouth, with a naughty expression on his face, a "you know it" expression.

How could Tong Huizhi not understand what he meant? She rolled her eyes at him, opened her mouth to hold little Moji's monk head, and ran her gentle tongue on the smooth top of the head. The irritated Moji immediately became alert.

Moji calmed down and pumped the little brother back and forth in her little mouth a few times. She smiled and said, "Mom's little mouth is so cute. It feels so good to suck her son!"

Tong Huizhi didn't have time to talk at this time. She glanced at him with her beautiful eyes. She saw the charm in her eyes and felt itchy in her heart. She slowly took off the little Moji bit by bit until her little mouth could no longer hold it.

Then he slowly spit it out, making a back and forth motion like this. His hands were busy on his two duck egg-sized balls, and he looked like he was busy with his mouth.

Now that Moji has enjoyed it and is comfortable, it’s time to get ready to start work! The master will give you the best grass, feed you fine materials, and raise you strong and strong. He will not let you lie down and sleep, or kill vegetables and sell meat.

, or till the fields!

With Mo Ji's powerful body, it would be a pity to sell vegetables and meat now, at least until her three-thirds of an acre of land is plowed to pieces? That's what Tong Huizhi thought, how could she be willing to do it?

Why send such a good calf to the slaughterhouse now?

Moji did not live up to her expectations. He stuck out his strong buttocks and plunged into her ditch that was already overflowing. He looked at the clumps of thatch that were wet by the water in the ditch and said with an evil smile: "Mom,

What's wrong with you today? The water is flooding the golden mountain!"

"It's not your shitty future father-in-law who touched and scratched me last night and made me feel so uncomfortable." She said shyly, the blush on her face was like the color of a ripe peach.

"Mom didn't do anything with him, did she?" Moji raised his head and said. This little gangster was afraid that she would find a godfather for him, so the color on his face was a little ugly.

Tong Huizhi looked at his appearance, angry and funny, but her heart was filled with sweetness. She said angrily: "Who do you think your mother is? A little bad guy like you is enough!"

He smiled "hehe" and said, "That's good. If you marry a daughter-in-law and lose your mother, then the gain outweighs the loss."

Tong Huizhi felt as sweet as rock candy. She said shyly: "Is mother really that important in your mind?"

His sweet mouth was his most basic weapon for survival. He said with a sly smile: "I would rather not have a wife than a mother!" As he spoke, he stroked her ditch and let the water from the ditch wet his hands.

.

Tong Huizhi's ears listened to his tender words, and Gougou felt his caress. Her whole body felt the stimulation of Moji, the little bad guy, trembling and trembling, and the water in the canal was as abundant as a well.

Water gurgled out.

Mo Ji, a little hooligan, still wants to do good things without working hard, but Tong Huizhi no longer agrees. If you want to be lazy, you can't do it. She holds his head and presses it down, the ditch that is facing her!

His mouth seemed to be thirsty. When he saw a spring with hot steam coming out, he stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it. A salty, astringent smell rushed straight into his heart. He couldn't help but lick it again and raised his head, "Hey."

He smiled and said: "Mom, you are sweating a lot today." This little gangster still remembered the "sweating" joke that night.

Tong Huizhi said shyly: "A bad son, he only knows how to tease his mother and tell nonsense stories, so hurry up and act." Seeing that he didn't seem to understand the essentials of his actions, he gave the order directly!

Only then did Moji, the little hooligan, understand. He started plowing the ditch diligently with an iron plow. The ditch was a deep ditch, and the plow was a divine plow. As the saying goes, "a good horse matches a good saddle."
Chapter completed!