Peach luck beauty picture

The battle in the morning lasted for nearly half an hour. When Mo Ji woke up, there was only a broken black hair on the side of Chu Xiangru lying down.He pulled the quilt up to cover his head, took a deep breath, and felt the fishy smell left by the woman's lower body. This stimulation was so strong that his little brother quickly He regained his majesty, and leaned upright on the quilt, with a big bump bulging.Reminiscing about the fight with her, Moji began to miss Sister Ru's plumpness and her humming sound on the bed.

Suddenly remembered that Qiao Rong also lives here, why not go and see if that chick is at home?

After getting up quickly, after rinsing his mouth, he wolfed down all the breakfast that Chu Xiangru had made into his stomach.

After going out, she still vaguely remembered Qiao Rong's residence. She searched all the way to the door of her villa. When she just stretched out her hand, the door opened automatically, revealing an incomparably handsome face.

Qiao Rong's face was not very enthusiastic, and she said in a neutral tone, "Little rascal, why are you here?"

When Moji heard it, right?Husband and wife for a day, a hundred days of kindness, how come there is no friendship at all?Fortunately, he still has a relatively thick skin, and he is not afraid of her adding salt to the wound again. The thief said with a smile: "I'm going home to see my wife."

Qiao Rong stared straight at him, thinking: This little rascal is still a rascal, since when did this place become his home?

"Hehe, is this your home? Who is your wife?"

Moji smiled "hehe", stepped forward and took Qiao Rong's hand, and said, "Sister Rong, don't be joking."

Qiao Rong knocked off his thieves' hand, and said with a smile that was not a smile on her face: "Who is joking with you, and don't look at your virtue, you are a little rascal and a little rascal, it's disgusting." After finishing speaking I went in, but the door was not closed tightly, and it was ajar.

Mo Ji, the little rascal, saw this scene, so he didn't have to wait for her to send an invitation, so he quickly slipped in.

Seeing that she was still eating breakfast, Moji pretended to have a strong appetite, and made several exaggerated swallowing movements in a row.Qiao Rong could see clearly, she went to the kitchen and put out a bowl of porridge, she shrugged in front of him and didn't speak.The little breakfast that Chu Xiangru made was not enough for Mojisai’s teeth. He smiled "hehe" and said, "Thank you, wife." He picked up the porridge in one hand, and the fried dough sticks on the dining table with the other, and drank it in a "hohohoh" When he woke up, he looked as if he hadn't eaten breakfast in eight lifetimes.

Qiao Rong frowned, and said with a low face: "Can you eat more politely? It's like a pig that is eating, and the sound is terrible."

Mo Ji finished the bowl of porridge in two or three mouthfuls, finished the fried dough stick in two or three bites, took out a tissue from the paper box, and wiped his mouth and fingers indiscriminately.

Going around to the back of Qiao Rong on the opposite side, hugged her lower chest with both hands, put her head on the junction of her ears and neck, and said with a soft smile, "Sister, you smell so good."

When Qiao Rong was hugged by him like that, she felt a huge grievance in her heart, and she was thrown away by herself all at once.I used to swear many times, beat him up when we met and then escaped. This little rascal has been playing with her and disappearing since he took away her first time.But when I saw him coming through the window just now, I immediately walked over to open the door, seeing his handsome face with a wicked smile, I couldn't express all the resentment in my heart, but simply scolded him a few words.Now being hugged so gently by him, she suddenly felt limp and limp, with her back leaning against his broad chest, Qiao Rong felt so comfortable that she didn't want to move, she just wanted to be hugged by him all the time.

Moji's hands climbed up to the top of the Saintess Peak. The firmness of the girl made his hands feel particularly heavy. Although it was winter, the room was warm as spring. Qiao Rong was wearing a slightly thicker pajamas before she had time to change. Naturally, there are no obstacles such as underwear.His hands slanted in from the collar, and what he touched was a piece of skin that was as smooth as milk. With the movement of his fingers, layers of goose bumps gradually rose on the skin.The big hands finally held the pair of sturdy Jungfrau peaks.

Qiao Rong's whole body trembled with the wandering of his pair of thieves' hands, and her extremely sensitive skin was as smooth as water and as holy as milk.She trembled her lips and said intermittently: "Little...Little rascal, hug sister...Sister go up."

Moji was like a soldier who had waited anxiously for a long time, and immediately went into the battlefield after receiving the order from the chief.Glancing with both hands, Qiao Rong's firm and elastic body quickly followed Moji up to the second floor. Before she reached the bed, her pajamas turned into a fluttering butterfly. to find her home.Moji hurriedly took off the few clothes he had, hugged his clean and smooth body, and threw them both on the bed where the young woman's body temperature and body fragrance still remained.

Although Qiao Rong is no longer a girl, she only has one experience. She didn't know what to do when she held Moji, so she had to press his head tightly to her chest, as if she wanted to press him tightly. On the chest, buried with her pair of firm, full Jungfrau.

Moji struggled to break free from the shackles of those big hands, his mouth and nose revealed firm, plump, and smooth tenderness, and breathed even the air that was no longer fresh, only then did he feel the preciousness of freedom.He took a deep breath, and when it became a little smoother, he buried his head in that seductive and gentle countryside, prying the white cabbage field like a boar.

Qiao Rong seemed quite satisfied by him, "humming and chirping" speechless, holding his bear waist with both hands and kept straightening her upper body, her eyes were messy, and her face was full of spring.Although the gap between girls and young women was broken by Moji that night, Qiao Rong still needs to practice more exercises under the guidance of Moji, a good teacher and helpful friend, in order to become a real and qualified young woman.At this time, she was still in the primary stage of a young woman, so she naturally needed Mo Ji's leadership, and she just had to lie down and close her eyes, and enjoy herself.

Moji nibbled on the two pink cherries, nibbling one side and pinching the other slowly.Every action will cause her to stir up a layer of ripples, rippling away from her heart, and then spreading to the nerve endings of all parts of her body, wave after wave, like a calm water surface, suddenly a tiny bug falls, There was constant struggle on the surface of the water, and the swaying waves were densely packed.

Qiao Rong was immersed in the boundless world of soreness, numbness, and itching. The spiritual pleasure made her extremely excited, and she babbled and cried indistinctly.