Moji cupped the white cabbage field, all the way down, across the Central Plains. The soft belly made him linger, and he pressed his face against it. It was smooth without any fat, just like a baby's face, tender. Tender, watery, and as delicate as water tofu.

Perhaps feeling the itching in her lower body, Qiao Rong kept twisting and thrusting her upright buttocks. Moji, however, missed the delicateness of Zhongyuan's abdomen and stayed there. She became angry, grabbed Moji's big head, and directly Pushing down. His lips crossed the smooth black forest, and he only heard a "plop" sound, and he fell into the bottomless stream and ditch. The splashing water wet the weeds beside the ditch. Moji His face was covered with stream water, and his eyes were blinded by the heat. At this moment, he was completely ignorant. He didn't know when he was accidentally taken into the ditch. It would be strange if he didn't get laughed to death by his disciples.

Deep down, he licked the sewage splashed by the stream with the tip of his tongue. A salty smell penetrated directly into the central nervous system of his brain. His brain was blank. The smell of urine stimulated him to stick out the tip of his tongue again. , licking back and forth in the gullies of the stream.

Qiao Rong's body tightened after being licked, shaking like a swing, and twitching like an epilepsy. She let out a cry of "humming, humming, humming, humming, humming, humming, humming, humming, humming, humming." She hugged Moji tightly with both hands. He pressed his head firmly into the ravine, as if he was afraid that he would be hungry and insisted on letting him eat and drink all at once.

Moji, this little gangster, really has no regrets. If you let him drink, he will drink something different from others. He lowered his head and licked the stream water randomly at first. He licked up all the sewage inside and outside the ditch, and then used the tip of his tongue to aim at the small scarlet bump on the ditch and scraped it fiercely. If he felt that it was not enough, he gently bit it with the front few tiger teeth. Then put it into your mouth and suck hard.

Qiao Rong was so stimulated that she held his head and said nonsensically: "Good brother...brother, so good...good..." while moving her lower body and her buttocks. Waves of water emerged layer by layer from the creek, left along the buttocks, dripped onto the white sheets, and spread in circles. Her legs began to lift, clamping Moji's head between In the middle, her legs were crossed on his back, and her buttocks were thrust up and down.

Seeing that her buttocks were moving more and more, Mo Ji knew that it was time to launch a general attack. He raised his mouth, which was filled with stream water, and lay on Qiao Rong's body with his mouth full of stream water. Aiming at her little mouth, a strong dose was poured into Qiao Rong's mouth. She was talking nonsense with her little mouth open at the moment. She didn't know what other tastes there were. After swallowing it all, she felt astringent and salty, and her throat felt uncomfortable for a while, so she actually vomited. Seeing her slightly uncomfortable look, Moji couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction that he had succeeded in teasing her.

Seeing the teasing smile on her face, Qiao Rong clenched her hands into fists, beat them on his broad chest, and said with a hateful smile: "Little rascal, little rascal."

Moji smiled "hehe", holding the little Moji that was already a pillar in the sky with one hand, and pointed it at the stream ditch. His body sank suddenly, and he only heard Qiao Rong's dull "hmm". Yelling, little Moji smoothly followed the catwalk and entered the bottomless stream and ditch.

Qiao Rong's voice suddenly felt full, and the emptiness, loneliness, and resentment she had felt for many days were instantly swept away. She raised her legs, clamped tightly on his strong buttocks, and pressed her lower body tightly against those

A burning golden cudgel. Even if the golden cudgel could burn her to ashes now, she would stick to it tightly without any regrets and use the slippery orifice of her lower body to grab him.

Melt him.

She hugged him tightly and said vaguely: "Good brother...little brother. Sister likes...likes you."

Moji's eyes flickered and he said with a sly smile: "Good sister, please call me husband."

It's already meat on the chopping board. You can do whatever you want. Qiao Rong buried her head in Moji's arms and said shyly: "Good husband." The sound was probably just the "buzz" of mosquitoes in the summer.

She must have been so big when she called her. This was her first time calling someone her husband, and her shyness was so cute.

Hearing this, Mo Ji couldn't help but thrust hard for a while, and Qiao Rong shouted in a loud voice: "What an old man... Husband, please push harder."

A life-and-death battle between you and me will eventually come to an end. Whether the spear defeats the shield or the shield defeats the spear, only the spear and the shield know best. It is like picking the ears. Is it comfortable for the ears or the digging?

What about the ear spoon? No one can give a clear answer. All I know is that the ears are still dug and the spear is still attacked. Even if the ear spoon is broken, it will be replaced, and the spear will be sharpened again if it is blunt. It will never stop.

When the two of them were lying quietly on the bed, Moji was stroking Qiao Rong's big white rabbit and smiled at her: "Sister, you were so fierce just now."

Qiao Rong rolled her eyes at him: "You don't know how to show mercy to your sister. You just beat her and attack her. Do you think your sister is one of your aunties?"

When Mo Ji heard this, where did she know it? She smiled mischievously, trying to put the topic aside and said: "I don't know who it was just now, shouting 'Husband, harder, harder'."

When Qiao Rong heard this, she tugged on his ears and said softly: "You still said it, you still said it." A pair of big white rabbits dangled in front of his eyes, which made Moji panic for a while.

The stick almost caught fire again.

The two of them slept with their necks crossed. Qiao Rong was stroking the soft golden cudgel while whispering: "You little rascal. Why did you want to come to my sister's house today?"

Moji slapped her soft buttocks and said with a thief smile: "What do you call a little hooligan? He is a husband."

Qiao Rong said "hmm" in his arms, twisted her body and said with a smile: "Okay, good husband, this is all right." After saying that, she took a handful of his penis hard.

Moji smiled with satisfaction. With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

"Do you have time today? Come with me back to see daddy." Moji was now quite skilled in calling daddy.

"Oh, that's it. You came here to ask for something from me." Qiao Rong seemed to have discovered a new world and was very unhappy.

"Good wife, how are you?" Moji said while tickling her.

"It's not impossible to see my father-in-law, it just depends on your performance." Qiao Rong said ambiguously after knowing the taste of the marrow.

When Mo Ji heard this, there was something going on! So what are you waiting for? Why don't you act quickly on this kind of thing that benefits yourself and others? Immediately, he pressed on her again, and only heard intermittent "little gangster, little gangster" in a low voice.
Chapter completed!