Chapter 525

No -

is it too late to beg for mercy now?!

Half of the handsome face of Mohawk was in the shadow, and it looked terrible. He hooked his fingers to Mulan. "Come, honey, come here. I'll give you a chance to face me, OK?"

His voice is very demagogic, and his tone sounds very peaceful. He can't help swallowing his saliva and staring at his gray household clothes. His strong muscle lines are "really, really OK?"

Sounds like it's exciting.

However, Mulan has forgotten that he is now free to speak, and his words and deeds, as well as his dialogue with Mohawk, have all been heard.

There was a silence on the wheat. Occasionally, I couldn't hold it. I tried to cover it with my hands.

In the face of the present situation, Muran has no time to take into account.

Think about it. I'll sleep in the man I'm thinking about. Counter attack. It's very dignified to say it!

"Then? Can I record it on the camera? "

He asked cautiously, blinking his innocent eyes.

Mohawk's brow was blue and his voice was soft and a little abnormal. "Come on, baby, what else do you want to say, let's say it together, I'll meet you!"

The last few words are meaningful.

But immersed in the excitement of the wood, completely unaware of the danger.

He felt the fluffy and soft short hair, he smiled shyly, bowed his head around his fingers, and only half a day later hesitated: "that I said, you can't be angry... "

"Well, not angry." Murshaw replied simply and decisively, but in the heart was roaring, I am not angry a ghost!

See if I don't fuck you!

"I, I want you to call my husband..."

"Well, good."

"Then, let's hear it?" Mu Ran's big eyes are crystal clear, and he looks forward to staring at mohao.

"Husband --" the bottom of his eyes was almost dripping.

Mulan's face was red with excitement. He jumped up from the chair and began to count with his fingers.

"You always force me to play those interesting plays, I think..." He hesitated and wriggled.

Murshaw snorted, "yes, yes!" Honey, don't talk!

"And those gestures, the sofa, the kitchen, the balcony, the bathroom. Shall we go through them?"

"Yes!" Honey, I'm afraid you won't have the strength later.

"Well That's all for now... " Muran gnawed at his fingers and stared at him expectantly.

"Over?"

"Well, it's over!"

"Well, it's my turn." Murshaw put down his arms, stood straight from the door frame, and strode towards him. He was in the wind, and his tall, big and happy body crushed him directly.

However, he stepped back and said, "what are you doing..."

Murshaw had stepped forward first, put a mushroom on his small arm, imprisoned him in his arms, grinded his white teeth, and whispered in his ear, "do you!"

"Boom --"

Mulan looks like a hot shrimp, red into a piece, his eyes are big and moist, unbelievable stare at him, "you lied to me!"

"Hiss -" murshaw slowly nibbles at his white and tender earlobes, and sniffs, "what did I cheat you?"

It's ok if you don't say this. When you say this, he's angry.

"You said it! Let me say it last time! "

"Yes, I said," without any sophistry, murshaw nodded very quietly.