Pan Hechen's hand caressed little Moji's head for a moment, followed the upright Dongfeng-21d missile to the two walnut-like balls, scratched and kneaded them

After a while, she once again followed the bottom of the missile up to the monk's head. Sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, she made the same back-and-forth motion. At this moment, she was like an excellent performer, playing a perfect song.

Songs, dances, dramas, ups and downs of the plot, one after another, imaginative and fascinating stories.

Suddenly, she felt that Moji's iron pestle was unusually powerful. Countless veins sprouted from her body, and she exuded a lethal force that burned everything. She seemed to have been burned to the point of becoming weak, and there was an inexplicable feeling in her heart.

It was so hot that a heat wave came from the canyon of her lower body, which made her clamp and loosen her legs. After loosening, she wanted to clamp them again, swinging wildly in confusion.

Moji saw the last critical moment and gradually couldn't control his hands. Unknowingly, his hands had quietly approached Pan Hechen's lower body, and slowly covered her canyon, feeling a trace of

The hot air from the silk sprayed out, and after a gentle touch, the delicate body couldn't help but tremble.

Pan Hechen had never been in love before, so her body was extremely sensitive. The slightest intrusion from Moji would cause her to react violently. Suddenly, such an important forbidden place was raided. How could her reaction be unreasonable?

She only felt that her whole body was limp, her mouth was dry, and she really wanted to be hugged by someone.

"You little rascal!" she shouted, panting.

"What's the matter, good sister?" Moji heard her voice and knew that she was about to become meat on the chopping board.

"Sister feels so uncomfortable, little rascal, come here and give me a hug." Pan Hechen invited him.

Although her voice was not loud, it was as pleasant as the sound coming from outside. Moji suddenly pierced through the quilt. He lay on her body and said with a sly smile: "Good sister, why are you feeling so uncomfortable?"

?" But I was laughing so hard in my heart: Xiao Nizi, play with me, this is what you get for playing with fire.

"Sister's mouth, down there, and all over the body feel uncomfortable. Little gangster, come and hold me tight." Pan Hechen didn't care about being shy. The most important thing at this moment was to ask someone to put out the fire.

Moji lay on her soft body, and kissed the small cherry mouth that was exhaling hot breath with his big mouth. Pan and Chen's upper and lower sexy lips were sucked in and out by him, and then he spit out the top piece.

Holding the extremely thick piece of lower body Hechen was like a little sheep waiting to be slaughtered. He was at a loss as he was being violated at will by Moji. His hands tightly grasped the sheets on both sides, his eyebrows were half-closed, his face was red, his ears were red, and his mouth was dry.

, the way you can pick it up.

After Moji's big tongue moved around the periphery, it directly attacked her teeth. The tip of his tongue gently pressed against the joint between the upper and lower teeth, testing, as if calling silently: Sesame, open the door! The teeth are on his

After the tireless nodding and calling, the door finally opened slowly. Moji's tongue immediately flashed in, and suddenly his mouth was full of fragrance, and his big tongue searched and chased her lilac-like small tongue.

When Pan Hechen's big tongue flashed into his mouth, his uvula immediately retreated shyly. Unfortunately, the depth of the mouth was too small and it was difficult for the uvula to make a detour. In addition, the pursuit of the enemy was too fierce and flexible. After darting left and right, he was still caught.

His ruthless captive carefully tested the other party's reaction with the tip of his tongue, and slowly realized that the other party had no ill intentions, so he increased the scope of his activities. The two tender tongues were intertwined and overlapped, licking and sucking each other.

They made a heart-stopping sound of "tsk tsk" and swallowed each other's fragrance deliciously.

It didn't take much effort for Moji to unbutton all her buttons and touch her skin, which was smooth, delicate, rippled... all kinds of different feelings came one after another. After a lot of effort,

Only then did he take off his clothes from Pan Hechen's stiff body. His two arms, as white as lotus roots, were still swaying with dazzling light in the thick night. The only obstacle on his chest was the black lace dress.

It was not difficult for Mo Ji, a little gangster, to lift her neck slightly with one hand, and use the small gap with the other hand to stretch behind her back, and then felt the back strap of the inner cover and fumbled with it.

I couldn't find the button for a long time. I guessed it might be a front button style. My nose suddenly felt hot and my nosebleed almost fell off. I didn't expect this little girl who seemed to be an honest and humble girl to be wearing such a sexy and seductive style as a front button style.

inner cover.

Once the problem was found, everything was naturally solved. The moment the bra was untied, two huge breasts suddenly broke free from the restraints with a "bang" and shook violently in front of his eyes. Moji was so frightened that he was stunned.

.For those who practice martial arts, chest weapons are scary!!! He was secretly glad: during the martial arts competition a few days ago, fortunately this little girl did not use these meteor hammers, otherwise it would be difficult for him to avoid their hammer blows.

Climbing up the pair of meteor hammers with both hands, I felt firm, full, strong, and elastic. It is difficult to describe the beauty of these treasures with any words. These are two uncultivated plateaus with such a scale.

If he had a year and a half year old in his hand, who knows how big it would be? Moji struggled to grab it, and could only hold about half of it with one hand. The more he did this, the more his thieving hands became.

I wanted to hold it completely in the palm of my hand, so I grabbed it, rubbed it, and used all kinds of methods.

When those thieving hands climbed onto the exquisite suckling pig that he had preserved for 24 years, every pore in Pan Hechen's body stood up. He was afraid to let out his anger as if facing a powerful enemy, and his heart was throbbing.

Shivering, and at the same time a vague numbness and itch arose. The stimulation caused the pink grapes on the bolas to harden and become thicker. A slight sweat broke out on both sides of the nose, and the breathing became rapid.

Moji smelled her short, heavy breathing, lowered his head and bit into the two pink grapes on the plate and dust suckling pig. The entrance felt like a red bayberry, thick and fine, fine and greasy, and gently used his teeth to

Bite lightly, then lick it with the tip of your tongue, circling around the pink grape, like hide-and-seek. Gently knead another grape with one hand, or push it on the suckling pig.

It grinds clockwise for a while, and pushes counterclockwise for a while. The cute little suckling pigs that have not yet been human can withstand Moji's kneading, changing into various possible shapes, and

Avoid being crushed by that thief's hand.

Her body was shaking convulsively, like rice grains in a rural rice sieve. Her whole body was shivering, and her mouth was screaming for help. She was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, pitifully helpless.
Chapter completed!