The young woman glanced at him but said nothing, and continued to gently tap her jade arm.

Mo Ji smiled mischievously, walked around the desk, came to the back of the boss's chair, gently put his hands on the young woman's shoulders, used a little Qigong, and started to massage gently.

The young woman felt that Moji's massage technique was different from the beginning, and thought that he just wanted to eat tofu randomly. After a while, she felt waves of relief coming from her shoulders, and the fatigue of many days seemed to have dissipated without a trace.

. She is also considered a noble lady. When she has nothing to do, she usually goes to the health club for massages, beauty treatments, etc. She is an expert in this area. If she has the ability, others cannot deceive her.

She said "hmm" twice and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to have some talent."

Moji smiled mischievously and said, "The cowhide is not exaggerated. Sister will feel more comfortable if she lies down."

The young woman giggled and said, "Why, you don't have bad intentions, do you?"

Moji walked around in front of her, raised one hand in the air, and said with a thief smile: "I swear to the beauty, eldest sister, and director, I will never have any selfish intentions, otherwise my little pussy will not grow hairy."

The young woman giggled, trembling all over, and her chest trembled extremely, up and down, like two papayas swept by the autumn wind. After a while, she got up with a blushing face and walked towards the small rest room.

He turned back to Moji and smiled cutely.

Moji, the little gangster, smiled with a sly look on his face and followed her into the lounge. He saw that it was not far from Chu Xiangru's lounge, and there was a simple bed and a coffee table.

At this time, the young woman was already lying down on her back. Moji didn't say much. He sat on the edge of the bed, pinched her wrist with one hand, and started pulling, pulling, and kneading movements from her fingers with the other hand.

Hearing a constant "click, click" sound of the joints of the bones sliding between the fingers, the young woman felt extremely refreshed.

"Sister Yuan, how do you feel?" Moji, this little scoundrel, has been called "Beautiful Director" to "Big Sister" and then to "Sister Yuan", which can be described as a rocket-like rise.

"No wonder Xiaoyu is no match for you. His mouth alone is not half as good as yours." Yuan Yuan half-closed her eyes, and the satisfaction on her face continued to well up. This is a delicate and pretty face, with a hint of seduction.

She has a masculine charm and a courageous and decisive charm. Time has left no trace on her face.

"Look what my sister said, what's so good about my mouth?" Mojide said in a sweet tone.

Yuan Yuan opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes twinkled, and she said happily: "You have a sweet mouth."

"As long as Sister Yuan likes it." Mo Ji said with a smile, "Sister Yuan, give me your hand." He had already touched the hand next to him from top to bottom, completely

.I have to say that people with money and power know how to take care of their skin. Their skin is supple and elastic, and it looks like they can squeeze out water.

Yuan Yuan handed over her other hand, and Moji took the lush little hand and praised with a mischievous smile: "Sister Yuan, you are so charming, even your hands are so delicate."

Yuan Yuan blushed and rolled her eyes at him, thinking: Although this kid has a bit of a greasy mouth, what he said is the truth. The old man at home loves her lush little hands and doesn't need her for anything when he goes home every day.

He touched it with his little hands. He held it in his hands and looked at it again and again. When he was full of sexual interest, he stuffed it into his crotch and made her start the pistol.

Thinking of the hand that Moji held while giving the old guy a handjob, she couldn't help but look shy and look towards Moji's crotch. A tall yurt stood there, making her eyes blurred and in a trance.

At this moment, Yuan Yuan's entire massaged arm was placed on her chest and abdomen. Moji's butt naturally moved into the bed, close to the junction of her thigh and crotch, and his hands were on her

He walked with his hands, touching her belly from time to time.

Yuan Yuan's pretty face started to heat up. This little guy was very courageous, but he did it so naturally and without any trace. Wanting to see his reaction, she straightened her body and took this opportunity.

, the hand next to Moji rested on his thigh.

Mo Ji didn't seem to feel anything, and still walked enthusiastically on the lotus-like arm, occasionally touching the edge of the towering Mount Fuji with his fingers. He joked with her: "Sister Yuan, what if I give you a massage in the summer?"

Enough."

Yuan Yuan didn't know why and asked: "Why, isn't it bad now?"

Moji smiled and said, "Sister Xia Yuan's arms are exposed, I can touch them."

When Yuan Yuan heard this, her face turned red with embarrassment and she said angrily: "You little rascal, how dare you eat my sister's tofu?" After saying that, she raised the hand on his thigh and moved it down with a little force.

Shoot away.

Unexpectedly, Moji just moved his butt forward at this time, so that he could massage his upper arm more easily. Just like this, Moji's little brother took a slap on his thigh. Little Moji, who was already tall and glaring at Yuan Yuan,

Unable to bear the slap on the head, Moji smiled wryly, frowned, and bent down.

Yuan Yuan also felt that the photo was taken in the wrong place. Seeing Moji's painful look, she immediately sat up and asked with concern: "Little guy, are you okay?"

Moji pretended to be in pain and couldn't speak, and just waved his hand.

In fact, Yuan Yuan is not very sure which part of him was photographed. She feels that it may be the lifeblood of a man. She has never touched that kind of roughness. The old man in the family used to be busy day and night, but now

When I was busy with her, my body was already very busy. I barely relied on the effects of the medicine, and the little old man was so timid that he couldn't stop breathing, so she could only try it briefly. She couldn't go up or come down, hanging her in mid-air, sore,

Numbness and itching tortured her.

Yuan Yuan shyly stretched out her hand to take away the hand that Moji was blocking, and said shyly: "Where is the injury? Let me see if it's serious."

Hearing this, Moji immediately removed his hand like a good boy, revealing that the yurt was still standing tall. The thief looked at her with a half-smile, and hummed "Oh!"

Yuan Yuan's pink face was shy, and she didn't know what to do with her hands stretched out in the air. Looking at the towering yurt, she swallowed quietly. The missile she had dreamed of seeing countless times stood in front of her.

At this time she hesitated.

The painful sound of Mo Ji's moaning could be heard in her ears. Yuan Yuan mustered up her courage and, with a blushing face, grabbed the hand that was stretched out in the air towards the yurt. As soon as she touched it, she felt the big thing jump a little, and lightly touched it.
Chapter completed!