"Hiss What are you doing? "

The soft tip of the tongue touched the scalding skin, the face of the flower was stimulated and shrunk for a while, and said with a cry, "you get out of here, don't bother me, OK?"

The man's lips go down.

She screamed, turned over and tried to run away. She couldn't stand the stimulation.

Feng Jin firmly pressed her hip bone, so that her lower body nailed to the bed, so that she could not turn out of bed even though she was a fish.

The face of the flower soon died.

On her side of her head, she saw a black head. The man was well dressed, but she was naked

Obviously, she was naked and had no sense of shame just now, but now I feel a little embarrassed. Huarong can't bear to block her eyes with her fingers, and her breath trembles with the rhythm of Fengjin

After serving Huarong once, Fengjin released her.

Her face was soft on the bed. Her whole body was wet with sweat. Her white skin showed pink luster. Her black hair was as fluffy and wet as a cloud, and her shoulder bed was covered with dark hair.

Provocative as if, by the spring rain wet Begonia flowers.

Feng brocade bows head to kiss on her lip, was pressed by her immediately, the woman disdains a turn of the head: "dirty dead."

The man held her hand, gently bit along her fingers, looked at her happy, did not recognize the account, cold low smile way: "I did not dislike you, you are beginning to dislike me."

Say, a lift the hand of the face of a flower, want to bite her.

"Oh, no, I didn't Well, don't kiss... "

Huarong didn't admit it, or was Fengjin kiss a strong, ambiguous taste from his lips and tongue, do not know why, she was hotter.

Early in the morning, she was sexually immortalized.

……

It was until noon that I stopped.

Huarong is paralytic on the bed, the hair is disordered, the naked white skin is blue and purple, it is like being turned once.

Feng Jin came out of the bath feeling refreshed. Seeing that she was still lying on the bed as she was, she raised her eyebrows slightly and commented, "well. You're like The flowers are withered. "

Huarong slowly raised his head, Yin Qi took a deep look at Fengjin, then showed a murderous smile to him, and said to him with his mouth: wait for me!

Feng Jin made a cool, and now she is in a good mood. Her anger has been eliminated with her lust.

Sure enough, Huarong's strategy is really useful.

He rubbed her cheek and touched her cheek.

Huarong is powerless, even clenching his teeth to break his cheap claws.

Feng Jin: "this is not what you want. Don't say you seduce me when you don't mean it."

Huarong wants to roll her eyes.

She never dreamed that this guy should be so Mighty.

Was it all?

Feng Jin was very gentlemanly and replied, "you are right. I have always been very kind to you. But I've found that the better for you, the more you're going to be, Rong Rong. " He gave her a smile. "I'll torture again. What else are you hiding from me, eh?"

Huarong looked at the smile on his face, shivered and shook his head.

Feng Jin: "no more?"

Nod.

Feng Jin suddenly changed his face, raised his hand and patted her small buttocks, and said angrily, "I don't believe it!"

His butt is so hot and hot that he looks like a flower

Is this guy looking for death?!!!!