Her Sniper

The temperature in the room began to rise sharply.

This room, familiar with the dark, familiar with the breath, in her ear neck side vaguely swam: "speak."

Wen Shishi was hot all over, and he turned away from his hot and humid lips: "you How do you want me to repay you? "

"Ha ha," Mr. sniper chuckled. His big hand covered her abdomen. The warm temperature came over and made her unable to say. He bit her ear bead and blew into her ear: "you know."

What Wen Shishi can't stand most is that he talks like this.

Clearly nothing to do, just hugging and talking, has let her some rout.

Mr. sniper's hoarse voice came from behind, and then her whole body was light. She was picked up and went straight to the bathroom.

Another shameless intimacy.

When he was finally satisfied, holding her out of the bathroom, Wen Shishi was too tired to lift her arms. She tucked herself into a ball and lay in his arms at his disposal.

Mr. sniper held her at the head of the bed, put her back on her chest and gently wiped her hair with a dry towel.

Wen Shishi has a very beautiful black hair, soft and straight, cool tentacles, like a good satin, hair in his fingertips flexible shuttle, let him some love.

But her skin was white and ivory, and her hair was pure and beautiful against the background of black hair. She closed her eyes and fell asleep in his arms. Her long and thick eyelashes were like a small fan, casting a shadow under her eyes.

Still only starlight and moonlight sprinkle in, nose tip and her body residual shower gel breath, fresh and clean, the whole person is hazy as a poem.

There was a sudden heat on her scalp. Wen Shishi opened her eyes hazily and found that Mr. sniper was drying her hair with a hair dryer.

She sat up quickly: "I'll do it myself, I can..."

Mr. sniper has spent a lot of money on her. Wen Shishi has always been very conscious that she should take care of him, but he never thought that such a person as him would condescend to blow her hair.

Mr. sniper held her on the shoulder and pulled her back into his arms.

"Good boy, lie down well and have a rest when you are sleepy."

Wen Shishi doesn't dare to move, so he can only gently stir his hair and dry it with a hair dryer.

"Mr. sniper..."

"Well?"

"I'll blow your hair later, too."

Mr. sniper chuckled: "my hair is short and dry. I don't need to blow it."

Wen Shishi was a little embarrassed, biting her lips for a while and didn't speak.

Today, she didn't cook dinner for Mr. sniper, and she didn't have time to wash his clothes. Instead, she asked him to serve her. Wen felt a little guilty.

"What would you like to eat tomorrow? Anything. I can do anything. "

As the hair dries, Mr. sniper turns off the hair dryer and puts it aside. He plays with her black and soft hair: "I'll talk about it tomorrow. Shishi, you promised me that you would try on the skirt for me."

Although I didn't turn on the light, today's moonlight is so good that I can see the furnishings clearly

"Now?"

"Well, right now."

Mr. sniper leaned back at the head of the bed to look at her.

He seems to be deliberately want to see her cramped appearance, so big la la la lying, two slender legs crossed, did not want to let her go.

No, it doesn't seem like he did it on purpose.

Under the white mask, the radian of his lips betrayed him.

Wen Shishi grits her teeth and breaks the jar!

It's just changing clothes?

She turned, opened the closet and looked back at him.

Mr. sniper didn't know when he had changed all the clothes in the wardrobe. They were all pink, but now they are all white.

Long skirt, short skirt, dress, bra, sling, shoulder, pleat, ultra short, bohemian

Wen Shishi suspected that he bought all the white skirts in the market.

She licked her lips. "Which one to try on first?"

Mr. sniper's eyes were so hot that she didn't dare to look at each other. Obviously, she couldn't wait: "choose your own."

Wen Shishi's hand slid in the middle of a row of skirts and finally picked out the most conservative round neck dress.

In addition to two white arms, almost no place to show, skirt length and ankle, elegant and graceful.

She stood barefoot on the floor, her black hair cascading down on her back, as if wrapping her upper body in black velvet.

"That It's changed. "Mr. sniper, holding his arm, squinted at her and said, "yes, I'll change it again."

Second, she chose a shirt with one shoulder and bubble sleeves, and a pleated skirt, just above the knee, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs. Even if you don't wear high-heeled shoes, they are slim enough to fit perfectly.

This dress itself is a bit of a student. When Wen Shishi wears it, she immediately has a taste of pure campus goddess.

Mr. sniper pointed to the wardrobe and said, "I'll take a look at that bra dress."

Wen Shishi grits his teeth. He's really good at picking.

She avoided that dress two times before. It's not ugly, it's It's too sexy.

The designer of this dress seems to be very economical, and the cloth is reluctant to use. It's called a bra, but it's lower than the ordinary bra. It's easy to see the business line in the middle, and the waist is shrinking. If it wasn't for her thin waist, I'm afraid it would be very difficult to wear it. The skirt's hem is white gauze, piled up in layers, and her legs are hidden in it This kind of hazy beauty is more attractive than the straightforward one.

When looking at Mr. sniper, Wen Shishi can clearly feel his hot eyes.

"Poetry..."

She pinned her hair behind her ears, waiting for his next words.

Mr. sniper held out his hand and said, "come here."

She's an adult, and Mr. sniper's hint is obvious enough that she naturally knows what's going to happen next.

Hesitation seems to be only a second, she still gently put her hand on the palm of his hand.

The next second, a huge force pulled her into Mr. sniper's arms.