Kiss You, Sweetheart

Although the upper part of the red fruit only gives a vision, the outline is so clear that it can still stimulate people's senses.

Especially in the next o | x action, although there is no dew point, the bare entangled bodies and the groans of women fill the whole theater.

The movie hall is silent and the ambiguous atmosphere reaches the highest point. Silence is better than sound.

Bo en en's body moved a little close to Bo Jiayan. Her hand was beside her and touched Bo Jiayan's hand gently. The place was so narrow that people wanted to move an inch.

Bo Jiayan's hand seemed to be burned. He suddenly shrunk, and Bo en en looked at him. The distance between the two faces is very close, even the breath of each other can be heard.

In his body, Mo Ming raised a stream of heat to accelerate the circulation, which made Bo Jiayan breathe hot and swallow his throat slightly. But soon, he clenched his jaw, reached out and pressed Bo enen's head in his arms.

It's better to watch less scenes that are not suitable for children.

"Little uncle..." Bo en's voice was muffled in his chest.

"Don't look!" Low voice with a sense of hegemony.

Bo en en

What? She's almost 18 years old. What a pedantic little uncle.

Her small head arched in Bo Jiayan's arms, and Bo Jiayan slapped it gently: "don't move!"

Who is it? Don't look, don't move. She's not a puppet, but Bo en'en is obedient and quiet, because she lies on Bo Jiayan's chest and hears his heartbeat. It's so powerful, it seems that it runs through Bo en'en's whole body.

Her hot and humid breathing, through the thin clothes, spray thin in his chest, produce a wonderful heat.

Bocayan's heart beat fast.

She smelled the good smell of him, and found her hand on Bo Jiayan's waist and moved it gently. Even through the clothes, she could feel the lines of his abdominal muscles, hard enough to make people blush.

Hand, some involuntarily in his abdomen upstream walk, crisp hemp feeling, let Bo Jiayan nerve jump, suddenly held Bo en en en's soft hand, voice with a hard cold smell.

"Don't move!"

All of a sudden, he realized that he had made some mistakes when he put Bo en in his arms!

Bo en'en's little hand, which was held by Bo Jiayan, moved restlessly. His little fingers, like tenacious Grass, came out of the cracks of Bo Jiayan's fingers and clasped the back of his hand.

She looked up at the cold face less than a foot away, her eyes shining with moving light, rippling like water in the dark light.

"Little uncle..." Bo en can't help but give a low call, with a trace of beauty in her voice, just like the low chant of the heroine in the movie, which is so provocative.

The temperature of the hand holding Bo en's little hand suddenly became scorching. Bo Jiayan gasped and pulled Bo en up: "let's go."

How is this kind of movie suitable for him and Bo en?

"It's not finished yet."

Bo en en didn't move. He twisted his strength in secret, but Bo Jiayan didn't dare to hurt her too hard. They pulled and pulled each other, and they didn't know how to entangle each other. Bo en was lying on Bo Jiayan's body, and their faces were so close that each other's breath sprayed on their faces.