Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

An awesome word suddenly set off the evil fire of Mobson.

Huang Ling did not dare to move, squinting at it.

Mobson bowed his head, deep and sly, with a fire. "How come?"

"Momo...so you have a reaction?" Huang Ling looked up and looked at Mobson, and he made her cry.

"You are pressing him. Can you say that you can respond? If it doesn't respond, I am not very useless?"

Mobson held her head and prevented her from lifting her head.

"What are you doing?" Huang Ling asked, her face, and returned to the ground to be buried.

"Continue to squat." The man said hoarsely.

"Do not!"

"Or come like this." Mobson stared at her hair.

"How come?" Huang Ling's face is full of sorrow.

"Untie my belt, pull the chain down, then squat."

Huang Ling listened and suddenly wanted to cry. "This position is very evil."

She doesn't want this, oh~~~~呜呜~~~~~

"I am your husband, Huang Ling, we have received the marriage certificate, this kind of thing is not disgusting." Mobosen dawn has become more deep.

"Husband..." Huang Ling screamed at him and screamed at him.

In fact, I wanted to spoil, let him spare her, I don’t know, her voice, like a stimulant, was heard in Mobson’s ear and itchy in his heart.

He used her to top her, and he whispered and asked: "Is it felt?"

"...!!!!" Huang Ling felt it.

Mobson held a large palm and held Huang Ling's back of the head, one hand rushed to the belt.

"..." Huang Ling looked at his hand on the belt, the knot was distinct, the length was like jade, such a beautiful hand, and she was going to touch her body for a while...

Ah, ah......... Just think about the picture, she feels shy.

The belt was untied, and the zipper was pulled down.

"The rest, you come." Mobson looked down and looked at Huang Ling with a smile.

"Momo, do you want this?" Huang Ling grinned.

"Who made you pick up the fire?"

"I didn't mean it." Huang Ling looked at her face.

"Come on, I can't wait. My wife, I feel bad."

"Well, look at you as my husband's share, I will satisfy you." Huang Ling sat up.

She crouched down the sofa, looked up, and smiled at Mobson. "I don't lie, I mutter, can I?"

He sat, she groaned, the distance was just right.

Mobson nodded, the depth of the light was deep, and there was a bathing fire inside.

"call……"

"Oh...hey..."

Just then, someone knocked at the door.

Huang Ling was shocked and quickly quit.

She looked up and looked at Mobsen in a panic: "Is the door locked?"

"Anti-locked." Mobson held her head and his voice was hoarse. "Don't go and keep going."

“Will it be Mommy and Grandpa?”

"Don't care about them! I didn't hear it!" Mobson was very uncomfortable. Jun face and headphones, as well as the neck, were burnt red.

"Oh..." Huang Ling couldn't bear to see him so uncomfortable.

She bowed and continued.

The door continues: "Hey...hey..."

"Don't listen." Mobson held Huang Ling's head.

"Hmm... um..."

Her "Uh-huh", listening to Mobson's ears, all changed, like her delicate ~ asthma, he likes her to listen to such a voice, can shake his heartstrings, let him fascinate, let him Sinking.