Pan Hechen's hand stroked Little Moji's head for a moment, and followed the upright Dongfeng - 21d missile to the two walnut-like balls, scratching and kneading the balls After a while, it once again followed the bottom of the missile up to the monk's head.Sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes hurried and sometimes slow doing the same back and forth motion.At this moment, she is like an excellent entertainer, playing a perfect song, dance and drama, with ups and downs of plots, stories one after another, flashing imagination and fascinating stories.

Suddenly felt that Moji's iron pestle was extremely powerful, and countless blue veins swelled out of her body, exuding a lethal force that burned everything all over her body. It was scorching hot, and a wave of heat came from the canyon of her lower body. Her legs were so hot that they clamped and then loosened.

Seeing the last critical moment, Moji gradually couldn't control his hands.Unknowingly, his hand has quietly approached Pan Hechen's lower body, slowly covering her canyon, feeling a trace of hot air spraying out, touching it lightly, that delicate body can't help but Trembling again and again.

Pan and Chen had never been in a relationship before, so their bodies were extremely sensitive, and Moji's slightest violation would cause her to react violently.Suddenly, such an important forbidden place was raided, how could the reaction be unreasonable?She just felt soft all over her body, her mouth was dry, and she really wanted to be hugged by someone.

"Little rascal!" she shouted out of breath.

"What's the matter, good sister?" When Moji heard her voice, he knew that she was about to become meat on the chopping board at this moment.

"Sister is so uncomfortable, little rascal, come here and give me a hug." Pan Hechen extended an invitation to him.

Although her voice was not loud, it was as pleasant as a voice from outside the sky, and Moji pierced through the quilt with a slam.Lie on her body and said with a sneaky smile: "My good sister, why are you feeling uncomfortable?" But in my heart I laughed so much that I laughed: "Xiao Nizi, play with me, this is what you will end up playing with fire."

"My sister's mouth, her lower body, and her entire body are in pain, you little rascal, hurry up and hug me tightly." Pan Hechen didn't care about being shy, and asking someone to put out the fire is the most important thing at this moment.

Moji lay on her limp body, with his big mouth giving a bear kiss to the small cherry mouth that was exhaling hot air. He sucked in and out the two sexy lips on the plate and the dust, and then spat out the upper one, only He Chen, holding the extremely thick lower plate in his mouth, was like a little sheep waiting to be slaughtered. He was at a loss and was violated at will by Moji, his hands tightly grasped the sheets on both sides, his eyes were half closed, his face was red, his mouth was dry , the appearance of letting you pick.

After Moji's big tongue moved around a bit, it directly attacked her jaw.The tip of the tongue was gently touching and probing at the junction of the upper and lower teeth, as if calling silently: Sesame, open the door!After his tireless tap and call, the door finally opened slowly.Moji's tongue flicked in immediately, and suddenly felt the mouthful of savory, his big tongue was looking for and chasing her lilac-like little tongue.

When Pan Hechen's big tongue flashed into his mouth, the small tongue retreated back shyly, but the depth of the mouth was too small, the small tongue was difficult to turn around, and the chasing enemy was too fierce and flexible, after flashing left and right, he was still caught. His merciless captive.Carefully test the other party's reaction with the tip of the tongue, and slowly realize that the other party has no malicious intentions, so the range of activities is increased, and the two soft tongues are intertwined and overlapped, licking and sucking each other, making a "tsk tsk" sound The palpitating voice swallowed each other's fragrance with gusto.

It didn't take much effort for Moji to unbutton all her buttons, touching the creamy skin, smooth, tender and watery. . . . . .All kinds of feelings come one after another.It took a lot of effort to take off the clothes from Pan Hechen's stiff body, and the two arms, which were as white as lotus roots, still shone with dazzling light in the thick night.The only obstacle in front of her chest was the black silk lace inner cover, which did not bother Moji, a little rascal. He raised her neck slightly with one hand, and used the other hand to use the small gap to push her back. As soon as I stretched it out, I felt the back strap of the inner cover. After searching for a long time, I couldn't find the button.I guess it might be a button-front inner cover. The nose suddenly became hot, and the nosebleed almost fell off. I didn't expect this seemingly honest little girl to wear such a sexy and seductive inner cover like the front button.

Once the problem is found, everything will be solved naturally.The moment the inner cover was undone, the two huge breasts suddenly broke free from the bondage with a "bang", shaking violently in front of the eyes, which made Moji dumbfounded.For those who practice martial arts, the chest is scary! ! !He secretly rejoiced in his heart: During the martial arts competition a few days ago, fortunately, this little girl didn't use the pair of meteor hammers, otherwise it would be very difficult for him to avoid being killed by its hammers.

Climbing on the pair of meteor hammers with both hands, I feel firm, full, strong, and elastic. It is difficult to describe the beauty of this pair of babies with all kinds of words.These are still two uncultivated plateaus with such a scale. If there is one in his hands for a year or so, how far will it expand?Moji grabbed it with great effort, and he could only hold about half of it with one hand. The more this happened, the more his thief wanted to hold it completely in the palm of his hand, so he scratched and rubbed it, exhausted all kinds of means.

When those thieves climbed onto the fine-quality suckling pig that he had kept for 24 years, every pore in Pan Hechen's body stood up, he dared not vent his anger as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and his heart throbbed one after another. Trembling, and at the same time, a faint itching arose, which made the pink grapes on the meteor hammer harden and thicken, a little sweat broke out on both sides of the nose, and the sound of breathing was rapid.

Moji smelled her short, heavy breathing, and lowered his head to bite the two pink grapes on the plate and the dust suckling pig. The mouthfeel was like bayberry-like thick and thin, fine and greasy. Bite it lightly, then lick it with the tip of your tongue, circling around the pink grapes, like playing hide-and-seek.Gently kneading the other grape with one hand, or grinding clockwise for a while, and pushing counterclockwise for a while, like grinding on a suckling pig.The pair of cute little suckling pigs who have not yet been human can withstand such kneading by Moji, changing every possible shape to avoid being grinded by that thief.

Her body trembled convulsively, like rice grains in a rural rice sieve, trembling all over her body, with a cry for help, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, pitiful and helpless treat.

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