"My color? no Do I really look good? " Ding Yi put on an affectation and said with a serious face, "you know, I'm quite a serious person. Go around and ask. Is there such a serious man as me?"
"Oh? Cluck, I'd like to ask, are all the decent people in this world as decent as you Fan Zheyun chuckled and pointed to Ding Yi's hand, "well, I want to ask, serious man, what are you doing?"
Ding Yi's hand, put on fan Zheyun's chest, across the clothes, is vigorously rubbing, fan Zheyun's chest of the ball full, is with Ding Yi's hand, constantly changing the shape, full of the ball, become very hard, fan Zheyun's clothes, seems to have been almost burst.
"Haha, what I want to say is that it has nothing to do with solemnity!" Ding Yi continued to speak, salivating, simply buried his face down, got close to fan Zheyun's chest, deeply sniffed, "this is just the most normal reaction between men and women, just like eating and sleeping, when there is a need, it must be played out!" Ding Yi looks bad and looks up at fan Zheyun.
"Really, you have said everything. What else can I say? There's a lot of misconceptions! " Fan Zheyun said something in his mouth. He gently twisted his body and moved in Ding Yi's arms.
"Oh, little girl, don't move!" Ding Yi lengthened his voice and spoke. His two eyes began to wave the color of spring. His two hands continued to knead and grasp the two plump balls. His fingers moved together, rubbing the softness there.
"Hee hee, I'm going to move, I'm going to move!" Of course, fan Zheyun felt the ball between Ding Yi's legs, deliberately pressing his body on it, and constantly moving his body to collide with the ball.
"Oh, bad girl!" Ding Yi's ball is full and full. It's being rubbed by fan Zheyun's body. The impulse in his heart rises again. There's another cold hum in his mouth. In his hand, he also increases his strength, holding the two balls tightly.
"Oh, bad husband, you are even worse!" Fan Zheyun has a charming look in his eyes. As he talks, he reaches out his hands and hooks Ding Yi's neck. His little hand tightly hooks Ding Yi's neck and pulls Ding Yi's neck towards his arms.
"MMM ~!" At the same time, a groan came out of their mouths. Ding Yi's head was just buried between fan Zheyun's two plump breasts. The mouth was just blocked in the deep milk. Ding Yi took a deep breath subconsciously and smelled the sweet frankincense between the two breasts, Fan Zheyun is also sprayed to her position by Ding Yi's heavy breath. Her itchy feeling attacks her brain from her body.
"Wu Wu!" Ding Yi opened his mouth at this time, as if he wanted to speak. However, xiaozuer was sealed by the two mountains, so he couldn't make a sound at all. A whimpering voice came from his mouth. During the conversation, the bursts of heat, once again, kept spraying out. The two groups were full, bearing Ding Yi's heat, began to squirm, A burst is as strong as a burst.
Ding Yi felt that his mouth was not enough, so he continued to help with his two hands. With one point left and right, he pulled fan Zheyun's clothes to both sides, revealing his white and full, and the deep feeling***