Chapter 209： This windy month is very horrible, not as good as us...

Suddenly overwhelmed on the bed, Xiao Yuan also smashed. In the past ten days, he tried to find the way to the river, but he did not try his best to make a fuss, but he repeatedly defeated and made Xiao Yu’an once suspected himself. charm.

Today, after listening to Chen Ge’s suggestion, Xiao Yu’an’s face came out with a bundled play. I didn’t expect Luohe Qing to remain indifferent.

The sentence that made Luohe clear such a reaction was that Xiao Yu'an suddenly felt blessed and thought, and was too shameful. Xiao Yu'an contained a word that was sloppy and stuttering, and had not finished yet!

Xiao Yuan seemed to realize what he was doing, holding his hands on the shoulders of Luohe Qing, and slowly sitting up and sitting on the bed with Yanhe Qing face-to-face. Xiao Yuan smiled and reached over to untie the clear clothes belt of the river, and hand-drawn the hand of the river. I have a naked waist.

Luohe Qing Emei: "Your injury..."

Xiao Yuan said: "It's okay."

Luohe Qing’s attitude is firm: “No.”

Xiao Yuan smiled and said: "But my brother, you are already up."

Luohe Qing: "..."

Xiao Yu'an's hand stretched out into the clothes of Luohe Qing, and swayed the desire.

Luohe Qing held Xiao Yu'an's hand and pushed him away from himself: "Your injury is not good, I solve it myself."

It’s time to fuck, you are saying what you have solved!

Xiao Yuan hated to bite his teeth, and his attitude was stunned. The clothes of Luohe Qing had been untied by him. Xiao Yuan leaned over and kissed him in his lower abdomen. He was about to go down and was held down by the river.

The river’s breathing was already rushing, but there was still some reason. He looked at Xiao Yu’an’s wound and said, “I will come by myself.”

Xiao Yuan said: "I am coming."

Luhe Qing used the hand of Xiao Yu'an's shoulder to use three points: "No."

Xiao Yu’an’s eyes are smiling and his voice is pleading: “Let me, let me help you.”

The Luhe River was in a stalemate and breathed a stagnation, but for a moment, it was contained in Xiao Yu’an.

The tip of the tongue is soft, swallowing hard, carefully closing the teeth, the lips are red, and the river looks at Xiao Yu'an clearly. He looks at his blue silk, slaps his cheeks, and accidentally swallows his own things. The fire was slightly swaying, Xiao Yuan looked up, his eyes were slightly curved, and the depths were boundless winds and greed, and he used the appearance to say a word.

The word was ambiguous, but Qihe Qing still recognized what it was.

Xiao Yuan is shouting: "People."

The end of the Luhe River was unbearable, and Xiao Yuan was overwhelmed on the bed. Just a few deep throats made Xiao Yuan feel uncomfortable. He chopped his mouth and coughed a few times. He found that Luhe Qing began to restrain himself. Xiao Yuan turned his head and smiled: "Is it right, I made you comfortable just now?"

Xiao Yu'an is determined to make sure that he must succeed, so he will try his best.

Looking at the hidden eyes of the river, he was swallowed up by desire. Xiao Yuan hugged him around the neck of the river and pressed him to himself. He whispered in his ear: "Do you like me to call you like this? Nafujun, Xianggong Lang Jun, which one do you like the most? Do you want to listen to me when you pant and call you, or when you can't stand it, call the husband slower... Ah..."

When Luohe Qing blocked Xiao Yu'an's mouth, he kissed him and spread his fingers with his fingers, and opened Xiao Yu'an's body. He suddenly slammed into his body when Xiao Yuan felt that his breath was instinctly and he wanted to escape the kiss. in.

Next is a merciless collision, Xiao Yuan raised his head and licked his lower lip, his eyes were smashed, his hands wanted to grasp something, and he accidentally grabbed the red silk that opened on the bedside. Over the red silk, covered with Xiao Yu'an's eyes and a clean chest.

In front of the eyes, because I was covered with a layer of red yarn, I couldn’t see anything. Xiao Yu’an panicked for a moment. Suddenly, Luohe Qingzheng was holding his red chest and his chest was thicker. The red yarn was much rougher than the palm of his hand. Tired, he bowed up, breathing disorder, and immediately tightened the river under the body: "Xianggong, another IJ, don't do this..."

The person on the body was a meal first, and then he entered the body of Xiao Yu'an more and more. Xiao Yuan snorted and suddenly burst into tears. He licked his body and itchy and numb, and the thrill of the joints smashed his back. Xiao Yuan asked for help: "Hey! Good, I won't call you, I don't shout, don't shout, don't shout again!"

Who knows that not only did not change the opportunity to rest, but almost fainted.

When the third thrill broke out, Xiao Yu'an's brain was blank. The whole person violently bounced and fell, his eyes were blurred, his breathing was anxious and weak. Xiao Yu'an adjusted his breath and closed his eyes, and suddenly he heard that Hehe Qing said in his ear.

"Xiao Yuan, let's get married."