Chapter 1219

In the taxi, ye Wei lies in Suk's arms and closes her eyes. She feels that she is really drunk. Not only her body has been anesthetized, but even her soul has been floating. But she likes this feeling very much.

Suk is the same, in order to ensure the safety of two people, left the car in the bar, feeling Ye Wei nestled in his body, and even can feel her heartbeat.

However, it seems that the mixed alcohol concentration of the blood in the body has reached a certain ratio, and the whole person feels restless and hot. This heat is swimming up and down the body, and a fire of violence rises up.

The palm of his hand accidentally fell on Ye Wei's thigh, but he couldn't leave any more. The thickened stockings were very smooth, just like nothing. Gently stroking them, the fullness of his thighs made him feel very good. Especially at the root of his thighs, when his fingertips touched the small leather skirt, he suddenly moved a little inward.

Ye Wei didn't know whether he was asleep or not, but with Suk's movement, his breathing began to become heavy, even slightly Shenyin, his legs slightly opened, cooperating with Suk.

The temperature inside the leather skirt seems to be good, which makes Suk's hands infatuated and unable to recover for a long time.

Ye Wei suddenly opens his eyes, slightly looks up at Suk, slowly raises his head, kisses Suk's neck, and then feels Suk's body suddenly stiff.

The taxi driver looked up in his rearview mirror. It was a normal couple, not like that.

Slow down the speed: "here it is!" The driver stopped outside Ye Wei's gallery.

Suk, by contrast, is able to stay awake, check out the bill and help Ye Wei get out of the car, but the action is a little awkward, because just as ye Wei kisses his neck, his brother suxiaoke suddenly sets up the tent.

Ye Wei's steps are flighty, like stepping on cotton. If it wasn't for Suk's support, I'm afraid what he wants to do now is to sit on the ground and have a rest.

When the taxi left, Suk took the key from yewei and opened the rolling door, which was the same as the door of his small supermarket. Naturally, he knew how to open it.

Open the door, turn on the light, help Ye Wei to go in.

"Wait!" Ye Wei suddenly opened his mouth, and then shook his body slightly: "close the door!"

As the rolling door slowly falls, there are two worlds inside and outside. This is Suk's first time to enter ye Wei's gallery. On the first floor of the gallery, there are a variety of paintings, not only oil paintings, but also other kinds of paintings.

Looking around for a while, I quickly found a western style oil painting, in which is a European woman with plump body, golden hair, lazy expression, lying on the grass, and lovely angels flying in the sky. But this is not the point, the point is that they are not dressed.

Suk knew that most of the paintings of this type came from the Western Renaissance era, advocating the emancipation of the mind and opposing the constraints of the church at that time. Naturally, this painting is a copy, but it is extremely vivid.

The languid woman was plump, bimodal, and even big. Her long golden hair was pressed on her body, and her legs were folded together, because there was some black haze between them.

Sukton felt a blood rush to his head, and suxiaoke seemed very excited by the infection.

"Let's go upstairs!" Ye Weidao didn't find Suk's difference. After all, Suk came in for the first time, and it's normal for her to visit. Now her mind is dizzy, and she doesn't notice it.

"Well!" Suk answered, but he didn't know that his voice was distorted. On the first floor, there was a gallery. On the second floor, there was a storage room, a studio, and a bedroom. With Suk's help, ye Wei went upstairs and opened the door of the bedroom. The light from the outside was dim, and he could see the general situation inside.

Suk is just about to help Ye Wei enter, but she feels that the woman's steps are twisted and stands face to face in front of her. Her arms are on her shoulders and she looks at herself.

Even a minute or two or three minutes of silence, two people looking at each other, quiet room, it seems that only two people intense heartbeat and heavy breathing.

Ye Wei slowly stood on tiptoe, gently kisses Suk's lips, very gently, like tasting the most delicious food in the world, his tongue slowly sweeping.

Suk didn't know when to respond. The two people's kisses became more and more intense, and they hugged each other tightly, as if they wanted to be one.

I feel Ye Wei's beautiful posture in my arms, the surging torrent in my body, and the sequelae of the flower picking system upgrade. But Suk didn't resist. After the lip separation, he first took a good breath, then picked Ye Wei up and strode into the room.

The room didn't turn on the light, even it was too late to turn on the light, but what could it do? Some things can be done without having to turn on the light at all.

When Suk fell on yewei's chest and tasted the sweet fragrance of Saussurea on the big snow mountain, their clothes had already fallen all over the ground. Yewei's breathing was so fast that he arched up and even pressed Suk's head with one hand.Suk's brain is dizzy, but it doesn't affect his instinctive reaction. His hot tongue is like a mine detector, never falling into a corner. Ye Wei's body is more like a wave, sometimes bowing up, sometimes lying down heavily, holding the sheet tightly with both hands.

"Suk - Suk --" It's totally unconscious shouting Suk's name, and even the open legs have begun to constantly rub his body.

When Su Xiaoke has been transformed into Lu Zhishen, a monk who can pull out weeping willow flowers. When Lu Zhishen comes into contact with the grass which has turned into a pool of spring water, the brave flower monk finally falls into the mire.

"Well --!" Suk snorted subconsciously, like a bugle.

Monk Hua entered the local position, cautiously, slowly and step by step. Except that he felt that it was difficult to enter at the beginning, he was flat behind, and finally opened the prelude to his glory.

Lu Zhishen is good at using a 62 Jin water mill Zen stick. Naturally, the stick is powerful and very brave. The way of attack is to make a big start and make a big break.

The reason why Shuimo Zen stick is called this name is that there must be water and grinding. In this case, it is worthy of the name. One after another, it moves very fast.

The sound of fighting in the room is endless, leaving a stirring hymn of heroes on this peaceful night. The composer is Suk and the music composer is Ye Wei.