Princess female match 07

‘Of course it’s not usually like this here, it will spit water only when I touch you, kiss you, and make you comfortable. ' His fingers didn't go inside to caress her, he just rubbed it back and forth across the trousers.

However, Mu Qingxuan was already swept up in the body by waves of inexplicable sensations, which made her scalp numb and her eyes narrowed. She wanted to restrain her voice from overflowing, but it was too difficult. The sound is more exciting than the sound.

Prince Yi was stunned, looking down at her sideways, her face buried in his shoulders and invisible, but her body trembled, her thighs stiffened and tightened, as if she was on the verge of breaking out.

Then his hand stopped. 'what's wrong? What's wrong with you, tell me? ’

She shook her head, a little flustered, and after a brief pause, she whispered: 'Just like just now, can you touch me again? ’

Prince Yi smiled. ‘You like me touching you just now? ’

She nodded, feeling the strength of his hand touching her, and that feeling came towards her even more.

She let out a slightly painful and extremely happy moan, soft and soft, like weeping and charming, making people believe that this is the sound that a lady from an official family and a lady from a family would make.

Prince Yi didn't want her voice to be heard by others. He continued to knead between her legs with one hand and the back of her neck with the other, forcing her to raise her head and entangle her lips.

When she reached the pleasure of Zhiding, she couldn't help falling asleep in his arms. Before she realized it, she heard him say: 'It's really my baby Jiaojiao, I can't take it anymore, what should I do in the future? ’

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small theater

Mu Qingxuan: So why did you bring me to the racecourse? Don't you watch the game? Why am I dizzy?

The soul from Mu Qingxuan asked three times.

The race at the racecourse is just a puppy, it has nothing to do with Mu Qingxuan at all, it's just an excuse for her brother to fish her out.

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Mu Qingxuan painted in the courtyard of the mansion, which was the homework assigned to her by her mother.

Her painting skills are so poor that you can't look directly, have no aura, and don't know what to say. Every time her little sister shows her painting talent, Mu Qingxuan has no choice but to say that her hand has not been injured. Healed, even life and death did not dare to show their painting skills in front of them.

Now, she is painting on a willow tree, and she feels that she is not like a willow tree, but a monster with willows and willows.

The more she looked at, the more frightened her two servant servants became. In this dark willow forest, they felt the gloomy wind blowing, their backs shivered, and they all made excuses to leave.

Mu Qingxuan didn't notice what was wrong with them, and was still pondering what was wrong.

Suddenly there was a warm body behind her, and the familiar and pleasant fragrance came, she was stunned, and when she was about to look back, the hand she was drawing with a pen was held by the person behind her.

'Your painting of willow and willow trees is indeed unique, very expressive, and you are here by yourself, aren't you afraid? Don't be afraid that a willow spirit will appear, steal your body and mind, and swallow you alive, leaving no bones at all. ’ As he said, he drew a few strokes on her painting. The group of willow trees in the painting were turned into willow trees by the turbulent river, and the willow trees were blown away by the wind.

While painting, he put his arms around her, kneading her chest wantonly, even reaching into it too much, grabbing the firm and round thing directly.

She half-squinted her eyes, her body softened, and she leaned directly into his arms, leaving him at his mercy.

'Good, you are in the room by yourself, do you often rub it like I do? ’

She shook her head and said after a long while: 'It's only comfortable when you rub it. ’

He leaned down and kissed her reddened ears. 'Of course, it is only comfortable for me to massage, because a woman's tits can only be massaged by her man, others can't, and neither can she. ’