Chapter 311: National Film Emperor's wife and wife in daily life 33 (reward and more)

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One turned over, and the little leprechaun of Luoliyan was pressed into the body.

"Do you know what you are doing?" The scorpion of the South Secretary's deep scorpion was so dark that he could drip ink.

He bit his teeth and asked in a word.

"Don't you... don't you want me?" The glass of the swan-like neck of Luoyan smoked up slightly, and the voice was clear and charming, like the elves in the dark night.

"Are you sure?!" Nan Sijue shivered slightly.

Although he wanted to make a final determination, he gave Luoyan a chance to repent, but his big palm was dead and buckled like a snake-like waist, and pressed her to herself.

Feeling his move, Luo Liyan's "squeaky" chuckle, straight legs like a straight, directly surrounded by the strong waist of the South Secretary.

A slight force, her whole person posted.

Yin Hong's lips gently stick to the cool thin lips, and Nan Sijue can even smell a charming fragrance.

His breathing was rushed, and the big palm slowly moved up against the waistline, and her back was heavily pressed against herself. The teeth gently licked the two pieces of soft meat and repeatedly studied mo.

But before he can make further moves, the soft and lustrous lilac of Luoyan smoke will attack like a small animal flap.

Her attitude toughly knocked on the South Secretary's lips, not giving him any chance to refuse, crazy entangled.

Nan Sijue slightly frowned, always felt that something was wrong, but the reason was quickly taken away by this deadly temptation.

Although the performance of the glass smoke at this moment is indeed very strange, but he knows that this is his beloved girl, there will be no mistakes.

Gently lifted her, slowly fell down on the bed, the slaughter of the South Sergeant's big palm picked up the black tulle, a little bit across the skin like a white jade white, with a burst of bursts ripple.

"Hey..." Luo Liyan made a small whimper, like the apricot of water, the spring of the apricot.

She writhed and put herself up, some ignorant and eager.

"Little guy, don't worry." Nan Sijue chuckled, **** and hopeless.

The big palm over the small cotton ruan was gently squeezed, which ignited a more beautiful Europe.

But he just wanted to have the next move, but Luo Liyan gently held his hand, his eyes were glamorous.

"Are you not abandoning me, isn't you big?" Her fingertips gently drew a circle on the chest of the South Secretary, and then naughty on the top of the little red Yan.

"do not……"

The South Secretary gave a rush of rapid asthma, and the two wrists that had not been told by one hand that had pinned the glass of the Luoyan smoke over the head, and the whole person was pressed against her.

"You little demon of this devil, do you want to force me to die?"

"How do you want to die? Want to xian want to si... or jing to die?" Luo Liyan crazy smile.

Lifting a leg, she gently licked the soft meat of the South Secretary's waist and licked it.

The South Secretary only felt that a burst of blood was pouring up, and somewhere in the body was about to blow up. It was still normal and abnormal.

Secretly called a little goblin, he kissed heavily, the other big palm did not idle, pulled off the small thin cloth, pinched up.

Until I felt the spring of water, this raised my head, and my forehead gently touched the forehead of the glass, and the lips and teeth were attached.

"Little guy, bear forbearance."