After a long time, Xu Yimin's little mouth broke free from his sucking, and his slender jade hand tightly grabbed the pair of thieves who were in trouble on his chest, and said shyly: "Good husband, stop touching, sister can't stand the torture of your magic hands.

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"Sister, I want to eat the white and tender meat of the little suckling pig." Moji, the little hooligan, said relentlessly. He was so happy to hold his hands in front of his chest, how could he let go?

"What little suckling pig? Where can I buy it for you." Xu Yimin, who is not well-educated in the world, didn't know Moji's idea. She thought Moji was like her, a greedy little boy.

Hearing her say this, Moji, the little hooligan, smiled like the radish after the frost - the sweeter it is, the sweeter it is. I didn't expect that my wife would be so pure and flawless, and I was thinking in my heart whether it is now.

Just knock her down.

He smiled badly, pulled out a thief's hand and rubbed her white and red face. "Wife, should we find a quiet place to talk about our ideals?"

Perhaps because he hasn't been in China for a long time, Xu Yimin's thinking is a bit unable to keep up with the changes in certain words. Unexpectedly, the little villain Moji would also say topics about her ideals, and her pretty eyes are infinitely innocent.

He gave him a blank look and said crisply: "What ideals do you have, a little villain?"

When Moji heard this, he said, which planet is this alien? This is also a bit cute! "Is your husband so useless in your mind?" He said aggrievedly.

She covered her little mouth with a slender hand, giggled, her delicate body trembled slightly, and the little suckling pig in her hand also wanted to dance with the hostess, but was firmly grasped by the hostess.

The face is unhappy.

"My husband is very promising. He can eat, drink and eat last night. I don't know if he can get a prostitute?"

"Restaurant, right? My husband will be good now and you can see!" Moji, the little hooligan, was rubbing her delicate body freely; she opened her mouth while looking at her chest.

He arched around and said vaguely: "Honey, I will give you a mate today so that you won't be cold."

Xu Yimin's chest was trembling with the heat he exhaled, and her upper and lower teeth clattered and trembled in her throat: "Ah, bad...bad husband, it's so hard for Sister Min...

It feels so uncomfortable."

"Sister Min, do you want your husband to have sex with you now?" Moji, the little hooligan, was unreasonable and chased and fought hard all the way. A thief's hand penetrated deep into the base of her thighs.

"Ah! Bad husband, Min'er wants it, ah... no, ah!" The sensitive part of her lower body was extremely comfortable being kneaded by the hands of the little hooligan Moji, and she began to talk nonsense.

"So Min'er, do you want your husband to have sex?" Although it was separated by several layers of fabric, Moji could still feel her slightly raised secret place like a mound, and an invisible wave of heat was emitting, burning.

His thief.

"No, ah, ah... Min'er wants... to be old... husband now, ah... just prostitute." Under the attack of Moji, the little hooligan, the strong excitement destroyed her last.

A hint of soberness.

Moji, the little hooligan, was just joking with her at the beginning. Unexpectedly, Xu Yimin was so sensitive, like a mature secret peach waiting for him to pick it up! But the streets are full of people, even if the privacy of "Ferrari" is very

OK, when the car shakes, the car will vibrate!

As a last resort, he let go of the thief's hand that was stroking the mound. He smiled and said, "Good Min'er, wake up first. It's not suitable here. Let's go check in the room."

The line of defense in Xu Yimin's heart had already collapsed. At this moment, she was waiting for the further invasion of the little villain Moji. In a daze, she heard the words of checking in the room and remembered where she was. She opened her half-closed blurred eyes.

Her red face was hot and she was breathing rapidly. When her violently undulating chest slowly calmed down, she came to her senses slowly, covered her face shyly with her hands and leaned on the steering wheel, and said whimperingly: "Well,

Well, Min'er is embarrassed and doesn't want to live anymore."

Through the joystick, Moji hugged her into his arms. The thief smiled and said, "I don't want to live anymore. What should Min'er do when her husband strips off your clothes?"

Xu Yimin hid in his arms, shook her head comfortably, finding a more comfortable position, burying Zhang Feihong's pretty face into her clothes, like a frightened ostrich with her buttocks sticking out, which is reminiscent of

Fu Pian. She whimpered, "Do you dare, gangster husband?" Is this pretentious form saying that he doesn't dare, or is encouraging him to dare?

"Min'er, there is nothing in this world that your husband dare not do. Do you want to try it out for you?" Xu Yimin's little mouth was facing Moji's crotch, and the hot air was spraying on Xiao Moji's

On Wu**, it was simply a mobilization meeting before the battle. Xiao Moji immediately stood up with a strong and energetic spirit.

Xu Yimin felt her little mouth suddenly being pushed by a huge stick, and it was emitting heat. How could she not understand what it was? She thought with a pretty face: This little bad guy is so annoying.

The little suckling pig that she had treasured for twenty-five years was occupied at once, and the cute little abalone on her lower body was also rubbed and touched by him, and it was so uncomfortable! Now it's just a chance to ask him to pay back some interest before talking

, This revenge is not a lady!

She opened her mouth shyly, and through several layers of fabric, she bit the top of the Mongolian felt bag in one bite, opening and closing the door, biting it hard. Xiao Moji was suddenly attacked and immediately looked like a conditioned reflex.

He became extremely angry, with a hideous face, and shouted to see who dared to be so bold and presumptuous in front of it!

Feeling his strong confrontation, Xu Yimin became curious. The man's dog thing drawn in the book could no longer attract her any interest. The hot, huge, thick and hard stick in front of her blushed and her heart beat.

The root of the story. Her little hand couldn't help but move to Moji's crotch, half-closed her eyes, and clumsyly penetrated through the gap that made it easier for a man to urinate. After several twists and turns, the slender hand finally trembled and held the one

The dog thing that made her *****.

Holding her delicate and delicate hands, Xiao Moji shook comfortably, restlessly in her palm, shook her hard for a few times, feeling hopeless to break free from her restraints, and then she became quiet obediently.

Her slender hands were no longer satisfied with the only cognition, and began to rub up and down, like a blind man touching an elephant, feeling its roughness, hardness, heat and shape with the touch of one hand.
Chapter completed!