In the early morning, Wen Yun woke up.

Since doing special care, she has developed the habit of waking up on time every day. For example, she will wake up every three hours at night to take care of the patients.

Last night was no exception. She woke up twice to observe Moji's wounds. It must be said that as a special nurse, she did her best. Moji slept very well under the influence of "Demerol".

Wen Yun was very satisfied with his down-to-earth and honest hands and feet. Although she recognized him as brother and sister, after all, she had only known him for a few hours, so she had to be careful about some things.

Wen Yun looked at the handsome face in front of her and couldn't help but stretched out her little mouth and kissed him on the lips. As if she couldn't bear to leave, she took his thick lower lip and sucked it gently.

After a moment, his face was full of embarrassment.

Because he stretched his body a little bit, his lower abdomen touched Moji's hanging hand. Wen Yun immediately felt a tingling feeling rising from his lower abdomen. Human emotions are at their highest in the early morning, regardless of gender. Thinking of it.

Last night, Moji's thick artifact made her lower body feel sore and numb, and a wave of heat spurted out from her cavity. Looking at Moji, who was motionless, she suddenly felt the urge to pry after finishing her thoughts.

At this moment, due to Chen Bo, Moji's artifact was already majestic, and the thin quilt was pushed up into the air by him, like an extra-large tent seam.

Wen Yun's skillful hands slowly reached out from under the quilt, approached quietly, and then gently grasped the unscrupulous artifact of the country. She couldn't help but secretly take a breath, my God, it's so strong.

It was huge. If it were inserted inside, it wouldn't let anyone live. She touched it down and saw two duck-egg-sized arsenals that made her panic. She thought to herself: Why is there such a big gap between men with this thing?

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After groping inside for a while, Wen Yun's skillful hands held the sacred weapon of the country again. She really couldn't bear to let go of it. She couldn't help but start playing with it.

I don't know if Moji is awake or not, but I saw him mouthing "Smash it, smash it" twice, as if swallowing, with a looming evil smile on his face. Wen Yun blushed for a while, knowing that he was awake.

She had already come over and was enjoying it with her eyes closed. She couldn't help feeling ashamed and thought to herself: Just pretend with me, let's see how long you can keep pretending? The strength in her hands increased a lot, and she moved up and down.

stand up.

In fact, when Wen Yun held little Moji, he had already woken up. The reason for closing his eyes was that he was afraid that she would be scared when he opened his eyes. Unexpectedly, his sister, who was somewhat reserved on the outside, was so hot inside, I couldn't help but laugh.

He stood up and showed his prowess in front of her. Seeing her speeding up, knowing that she was complaining as a prank, the thief hand that touched her lower abdomen slowly began to reach out to the land of plush grass.

.It seemed that it had been pruned specially. The grass there was not curled and was of the same length. Moji secretly thought: This sister of hers is quite boring.

I felt Mo Ji's thieving hand reaching into my grass, and knew that he already knew what I was thinking. Since you didn't tell me, I pretended not to know. Wen Yun tightened her legs and made the little gloves more powerful. The two of them understood each other.

They play pranks on each other unannounced.

Mo Ji was helpless. The only disadvantage was that he was injured and could not move. He could only use his ruthless hand that relied on Wen Yun to rub oil and get rid of his hand addiction. If it were normal, he would have picked up the gun and mounted his horse, galloping on the battlefield.

, No matter what, sister. When his thieving hand wanted to move down the grass, he found that there was no way to go, and a secret passage passed through the bottom of the valley. His fingers tried hard to squeeze into the secret passage, but he had no choice.

The pressure is overwhelming and there is no way around it.

Wen Yun had a feeling of resentment as she worked hard, like meat on a chopping board, chopping very vigorously!!! Slowly, she felt that the veins of the big python were rough and steaming, and it seemed to be even bigger than before.

In a circle, Wen Yun was stimulated by this, and the stream at Yumen Pass was also gurgling, and the heat was unbearable.

Moji felt the python was extremely hard, and he growled excitedly: "Sister, hurry up!"

Wen Yun seemed to have heard the order, rising and falling at a very fast speed. She felt that the big snake suddenly trembled, and then trembled rhythmically. She did not stop, and moved together with the rhythm.

The falling movement gave Moji great satisfaction.

Not long after he finished speaking, a wave of desire rushed out of his semen. He had no time to control it, and gurgling essence spurted out, and the top of the slit of the ejaculation followed by a rhythmic rise and fall.

At this moment, Wen Yun was stimulated by that spray, the Yumenguan stream overflowed, and the viscous liquid flowed down the ditch at the bottom of the valley, dripping on the sheets. Affected by this, her two thighs suddenly opened, and Moji

The thieves' hands were like waiting for the warriors. They went down the road without hesitation and rushed into the Yumen Pass. Like the crucian carp crossing the river upstream, they felt the fierce attack in the tunnel. The two armies dug lightly and slowly, killing the good sister.

His whole body trembled from the stimulation, and he lay beside him as soft as mud, breathing heavily and rolling his eyes from time to time.

"A half-measure", "a chess match against an opponent", "no winner or loser"... These are the most appropriate words to describe this battle.

Afterwards, the two siblings looked at me and I looked at you, both of them were embarrassed and smiled shyly.

"Sister, are you feeling well just now?" This little gangster always likes to ask these questions that are difficult to say in person.

It was not good for Wen Yun to come back, and it was not good for him not to answer. She gently knocked on his head and said with an angry smile: "How did you learn this trick at such a young age?"

Moji sneered "hehe" and said, "It was Teacher Ogura who taught us."

Wen Yun was originally a woman from a good family, but she didn't know who Mr. Ogura was. She looked at this little brother who was not very simple in confusion: "Which Mr. Ogura?"

Mo Ji looked at Wen Yun with a strange expression, and said with some disbelief: "Isn't it right, sister, you don't even know about the famous Teacher Cang? Have you never seen a third-level movie about Little Japan?"

The shame on Wen Yun's face almost fell to the ground when she heard this. She picked up the pillow on the bed and hit Mo Ji on the head. She said angrily: "I'll beat you for not being a good example of a little hooligan. Why not?"

You are eager to learn, but you want to learn that stuff, who do you think your sister is?" After being beaten for more than a dozen times, it seemed that she still wasn't relieved, and she wanted to reach out and pull Moji's poor ear.

Seeing her charming look, Moji grabbed the extended little hand and said with a sly smile: "Sister, I was wrong, isn't it okay?" Seeing that she took the initiative to admit her mistake, she stopped and sat on the bed, humming.
Chapter completed!