The battle in the morning lasted for nearly half an hour. When Moji woke up, there was only a broken black hair on the side where Chu Xiangru was lying. He pulled the quilt up to cover his head.

, took a deep breath, and felt the slightest bit of fishy smell left behind by the woman's lower body. This stimulation was so strong that his little brother quickly regained his strength and thrust upright against her.

There was a big bulge on the quilt. Reminiscing every moment of the battle with her, Moji began to miss Sister Ru's plumpness and her humming sound on the bed.

Suddenly I remembered that Qiao Rong also lives here, why not go and see if that girl is at home?

He quickly got up, rinsed his mouth, and stuffed all the breakfast prepared by Chu Xiangru into his belly like a wolf.

After going out, I still vaguely remembered Qiao Rong's residence, and searched all the way to the door of her villa. As soon as I stretched out my hand, the door opened automatically, revealing a very handsome face.

Qiao Rong's face was not very enthusiastic, and she said in a neither salty nor bland tone: "You little gangster, why are you here?"

When Moji heard this, he thought, isn't that right? How come there is no friendship at all between husband and wife? Fortunately, he is still relatively thick-skinned, and he is not afraid of her rubbing salt into the wound one more time. The thief said with a smile:

"I'm going home to see my wife."

Qiao Rong stared at him with blank eyes, thinking: This little gangster is still a little scoundrel. When did this place become his home?

"Haha, is this your home? Who is your wife?"

Mo Ji smiled "hehe", stepped forward and took Qiao Rong's hand, and said: "Sister Rong, stop joking."

Qiao Rong knocked off his thieving hand and said with a smile on her face: "Who are you kidding? They don't even look at your moral character. You are a little scoundrel and a little gangster. It's disgusting." After that,

He went in, but the door was not closed tightly and was left ajar.

When Mo Ji, a little scoundrel, saw this scene, he quickly slipped in without waiting for her invitation.

Seeing that she was still having breakfast, Moji pretended to have a strong appetite and made several exaggerated swallowing movements in succession. Qiao Rong naturally saw it clearly and walked to the kitchen to fill up a bowl of porridge.

He shrugged in front of him and said nothing. The little breakfast that Chu Xiangru made was not enough for Moji to fill his teeth. He said with a "hehe" smile: "Thank you, wife." He picked up the porridge with one hand and picked it up with the other.

The deep-fried dough sticks on the dinner table started to slurp up, as if they had never had breakfast in eight lifetimes.

Qiao Rong frowned and said with a low expression: "Can you be more polite when eating? It's like a pig eating, and the sound is terrible."

Moji finished the bowl of porridge in two or three gulps, cleared the fried dough stick in three gulps, took out a paper towel from the paper box, and wiped his mouth and fingers randomly.

He walked around behind Qiao Rong on the opposite side, hugged her lower chest with both hands, put his head at the junction of her ears and neck, and whispered with a smile: "Sister, you smell so good."

When Qiao Rong was hugged by him, she felt extremely wronged, and all of it was thrown out of her mind. She had sworn many times that she would beat him up severely when they met and then run away from him. This little kid

The gangster had been playing with her and disappearing since he took away her first time. But when I saw him coming through the window just now, I immediately walked over and opened the door. When I saw his handsome face with a wicked smile, I felt all kinds of resentment in my heart.

There was no way to say it, she just scolded him a few words. Now being held by him so gently, she suddenly felt weak and limp like mud. With her back leaning against his broad chest, Qiao Rong felt so comfortable that she didn't want to.

When I moved, I just wanted to be held by him like this forever.

Moji's hands climbed up to the Saintess' Peak. The girl's firmness made his hand feel particularly heavy. Although it was winter, the room was as warm as spring. Qiao Rong was wearing a slightly thicker pajamas and hadn't had time to change.

Naturally, there are no obstacles such as underwear inside. My hands slanted in from the collar, and what I touched was a piece of skin as smooth as milk. As my fingers moved, layers of goosebumps appeared on the skin.

Rising slowly, the big hand finally grasped the pair of strong Saintess' peaks.

Qiao Rong's whole body trembled with the wandering of his thieving hands, and her extremely sensitive skin was as smooth as water and as holy as milk. She trembled her lips and said intermittently: "Little...

...You little gangster, hug me...sister, come up."

Moji was like a soldier who had been waiting anxiously for a long time. He immediately threw himself into the battlefield after receiving the order from his superior. With a glance of his hands, Qiao Rong's strong and elastic body quickly followed Moji to the second floor, and she hadn't left yet.

When she reached the bedside, her pajamas turned into fluttering butterflies, looking for her home in the warm spring bedroom. Moji quickly took off his few clothes and hugged his smooth and smooth body.

, they both fell onto the bed where the young woman’s body temperature and body scent still remained.

Although Qiao Rong was no longer a girl, she only had one experience. She didn't know what to do while holding Moji, so she had to push his head tightly to her chest, as if she was trying to hold him down.

On the chest, it seems to be buried with her pair of firm and plump virgin peaks.

Moji struggled to break away from the restraints of those big hands, and his mouth and nose revealed a strong, plump, smooth and gentle feeling. He breathed even the air that was no longer fresh. Only then did he feel the value of freedom.

He breathed heavily, and after he felt a little smoother, he buried his head in the alluring gentle land, like a breeding pig, prying at the white cabbage field.

Qiao Rong seemed to be quite satisfied with his humiliation. She was "humming" and speechless. She hugged his waist with both hands and kept straightening her upper body. Her eyes were messy and her face was full of spring. Although the girl and the girl that night were

The barrier between young women was broken by Mo Ji, but in order to become a real and qualified young woman, Qiao Rong still needs to carry out more practical exercises under the guidance of Mo Ji, a mentor and helpful friend. At this time, she still has

Staying in the primary stage of a young woman, she naturally needs Moji's guidance. All she needs to do is lie down, close her eyes, and enjoy herself.

Moji nibbled on the two pink cherries, impartially, nibbling here and pinching slowly there. Every action caused her to stir up a layer of ripples, which rippled from her heart and then spread to every part of her body.

The nerve endings at the place are moving one after another, just like a small insect suddenly dropped from the calm water surface, struggling continuously on the water surface, and the waves are densely packed, and one wave after another rises up.
Chapter completed!