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Full of honey
Full of honey: milk small sugar
His fingers continued to drop and touched the poor red and swollen flower pedicle.
"Yeah~" She tightened her brows and bit her lower lip lightly, suppressing the broken moan in her mouth.
Why is there such a big difference between the feeling he touched her and masturbating herself?
He obviously has much more skill than Bishe. The fingers wet by the kinky armpit touched the delicate and sensitive flower nucleus very tenderly.
He didn't know what magical power he had in his hand, and the small spot he touched was so crisp and numb that it was so comfortable that she quivered all over her body.
After she got used to the stimulus, he started to speed up, rubbing and pressing his thumb against the inner bud, and fiddled quickly.
"Ah! No, no, no, no, no!"
She screamed intermittently, her legs were sore, and Neishi couldn't help but convulsions, her small mouth with her bright armpits shrank and tightened, like a purse mouth that suddenly tightened.
But he was still stimulating her fan and flower pedicles, deepening her pleasure.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
"Uuuuuuuuuuu"
Because of her excessive excitement, those slender veins that clung to the edge of the stove were violent.
He chuckled and said, "Embroidery, you laughed at it"
He rubbed between her legs for a while, until clusters of numb electric currents sprang up from the tail bones, and the horse's eyes at the top of the inner stick opened, spraying out a lot of thick white armpits.
After the aftermath of the orgasm passed, she panted with mockery, her arms slowly drooped, and put her weight on the man behind her.
She felt sore back and legs soft, as if she would collapse to the ground in the next second.
"So tired." Her voice was a little dumb, nestled in his arms, she was full of laziness.
"Then take a break," he said, pulling up the zippers of his slacks.
His crotch was wet by her lewd water, as if he had knocked over a water glass.
"Cheng Jin, did we have such intense sex before?" she asked.
When she thought of his vigorous appearance that seemed to destroy her just now, she felt inexplicably scared in her heart.
"Yeah" he pondered for a long while, "because you like to see me in bed, crazy for you."
Wen Xiu covered her face shyly.
God, what kind of woman was she before?
"Guck," her stomach screamed untimely.
She swallowed in embarrassment, so ashamed that she wanted to find a place to get in.
"Hungry?" He pinched her cheek.
"Ok"
She woke up early in the morning and didn't eat anything. She had just done so intensely with him just now, and had consumed so much energy. It's strange that she is not hungry now.
"Then you take a break and I will prepare breakfast."
As he said, he lifted her up sideways and placed it on the sofa in the living room.
After breakfast, she dragged her sore body, took a shower in the bathroom, changed a white T-shirt, and a pair of jeans.
She rubbed her soft waist and walked slowly towards the study at the end of the second floor.
I heard Jiang Chengjin said that she used to be a professional writer, and all the books she published are in the study.
Perhaps, looking at what she wrote in the past will help her restore her memory.
Thinking like this, she suddenly had a face-to-face meeting with Jiang Chengjin as she passed the stairs.
She looked at him with a bit of astonishment, "It's almost ten now, don't you need to go to work?"
Unexpectedly, he said lightly: "I have quit my job."