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In the morning, Wen Yun woke up.

Since taking special care, she has developed the habit of waking up on time every day. For example, she wakes up every 3 hours at night to take care of the patients.

Last night was no exception. She woke up twice to observe the condition of Moji's wound. I have to say that as a special nurse, she did her best.Under the influence of that "Dulolin", Moji slept very soundly, and his hands and feet were unbelievably honest. This made Wen Yun very satisfied. Although she and him recognized her siblings, after all, she had only known him for a few years. For hours, some things had to be guarded against.

Wen Yun looked at the somewhat handsome face in front of her, couldn't help but stretched out her small mouth, and kissed him on the lips.As if reluctant to leave, she took his thick lower lip between her lips and sucked it lightly, with a shy expression on her face.

Because she stretched her body a little bit, her lower abdomen touched Moji's hanging hand, and Wen Yun immediately felt a numb feeling rising from her lower abdomen. Human emotions are at their highest in the morning, regardless of gender.Thinking of Moji's thick artifact last night, her lower body felt numb for a while, and a wave of heat gushed out of her cavity.Looking at the motionless Moji, the idea of ​​spying suddenly came to her heart.

At this moment, because of Chen Bo, Moji's artifact was already majestic, and the thin quilt was pushed into the air by him, like an oversized tent slit.

Wen Yun's dexterous hands slowly poked out from under the quilt, approached quietly, and then gently grasped the unscrupulous artifact of the kingdom.I couldn't help taking a deep breath in my heart, my God, it's so thick and big, if it's inserted in it, it won't let people live?Feeling down, she was flustered by two duck-egg-sized arsenals, and she thought to herself: Why is there such a big gap between men with this thing?

After groping inside for a while, Wen Yun's skillful hand held the artifact of the country again, and she really couldn't bear to let go.Can't help but fiddle with it.

I don't know if Mo Ji is awake or not, but he said "Smash it, Smash it" twice, as if swallowing, with a smirk looming on his face.Wen Yun, who was watching, blushed for a while, knowing that he had woken up and was enjoying it with his eyes closed.She couldn't help feeling shy, and said to herself: Pretend to be with me, let's see how long you can pretend?The strength in the hands has increased a lot, and the hands are set up and down.

In fact, when Wen Yun held Little Moji, he had already woken up.The reason why she closed her eyes was that she was afraid that she would be frightened when she opened them. Unexpectedly, the elder sister who looked a little reserved on the outside was so hot inside, she couldn't help laughing, showing off her feet in front of her.Seeing her quicken her movements, she knew that she was complaining as a prank, and the thief's hand that touched her lower abdomen began to slowly stretch out towards the fluffy grass land.As if it had been pruned on purpose, the tufts of grass in her place were not curled, and the length was the same. Moji secretly thought: This sister of mine is quite coquettish.

Feeling Moji's thief hand stretched into his grass, knowing that he already knew what he was thinking, since you didn't tell me, I would pretend not to know, Wen Yun tightened her legs, and the little glove made it even stronger.The two tacitly played tricks on each other.

Moji was very helpless, and the disadvantage was that he was injured and couldn't move.He can only use the thief's regular script that relies on literary rhyme to enjoy his hands.If it was normal, he would have already mounted his gun and galloped on the battlefield, no matter what kind of sister you are.When his thief hand wanted to move down the grass, he found that there was no way to go, and a dark passage passed through the bottom of the valley.His fingers tried to squeeze into the secret passage, but there was a lot of pressure on both sides, and he couldn't find a way to go left or right.

Wen Yun had a feeling of resentment, and she worked hard on it, like meat on a chopping board, chopping it vigorously! ! !Slowly, I felt that the big python's veins were rough and steaming, and it seemed to be bigger than before. Wen Yun was stimulated by this, and Yumen Pass was also gurgling with water, which was unbearably hot.

Moji felt the python's incomparable firmness, and growled excitedly: "Sister, hurry up!"

As if hearing an order, Wen Yun rose and fell at a fast speed, and felt the python tremble suddenly, and then trembled rhythmically.She didn't stop, and Moji was greatly satisfied with the rhythmic ups and downs of the movement.

Not long after he finished speaking, a burst of desire rushed out of the Jingguan, and he had no time to control it, the gurgling essence sprayed out, and the top of the tent slit of the ejaculation rose and fell rhythmically.

At this moment, Wen Yun was stimulated by the jet, the Yumenguan stream flooded, and the viscous flower liquid flowed down the ditch at the bottom of the valley and dripped on the bed sheet.Affected by this, the two thighs suddenly opened, and Moji's thief hand, like a warrior who had been waiting for him, went down the road without hesitation and rushed into the Yumen pass, like a crucian carp crossing the river upstream, feeling the hot pincer attack in the cavity, The two giants dug lightly and slowly, shaking the whole body of the good sister, who was lying beside her as soft as mud, gasping for breath with difficulty, and rolling her eyes from time to time.

"Half catty and equal", "chess meets opponent", "neither win nor lose". . . . . .It is appropriate to use such words to describe this battle.

Afterwards, the two siblings smiled shyly when you looked at me and I looked at you.

"Sister, were you comfortable just now?" This little hooligan always likes to ask these difficult words in person.

It's not good for Wen Yun to come back, and it's not good if she doesn't answer. She tapped his head lightly and said with a smile, "How did you learn this at such a young age?"

Moji laughed "hehe" and said, "Ms. Xiaocang taught us."

Wen Yun was originally a woman from a good family. How could she know what Mr. Xiaocang was? She looked at this not-so-simple little brother suspiciously: "Which Mr. Xiaocang?"

Mo Ji looked at Wen Yun with a strange expression, and said in disbelief: "No way, sister, you don't even know the famous Mr. Cang? Have you never watched a third-level movie about Little Japan?"

The shame on Wen Yun's face was about to fall to the floor, and she picked up the pillow on the bed and beat Mo Ji on the head, and said angrily: "I beat you, you little rascal, why not?" You're eager to learn, but you're going to learn that stuff, who do you think your sister is?" After hitting her more than a dozen times, she seemed to be still angry, and wanted to stretch out her hand to pull Moji's poor ear.

Seeing her charming appearance, Mo Ji grabbed the little hand that was outstretched, and said with a small smile: "Sister, can I be wrong?" Seeing that she took the initiative to admit her mistake, she stopped and sat on the bed humming. Nose, the pair of jade rabbits exposed outside the quilt swing left and right, looking really charming.