Kiss You, Sweetheart

Like to get the most solid rely on, satisfied with a sigh, with some people's head heat of temptation.

"Little uncle." Extremely soft call, hit on the chest of Bo Jiayan, "miss you so much!"

He is flat on her hand on the bed, a little meal, cheek Gang firm bite, throat but gently slip. But soon, he hardened his face, put Bo en en on the bed and released his hand, but Bo en's hand around his neck would not let go.

He tugged her soft wrist, really dare not too hard. So thin, weak and boneless, he was afraid that if he made an effort, he would be broken.

The feeling of the girl's fine porcelain skin was burning Bo Jiayan's palm, leading his body to flow waves of heat.

"Little uncle, don't go Don't go... " Bo en'en seemed to know that Bo Jiayan was going to leave, so he was more close to him, and his arm was strangling him, and his neck hurt.

Bo en en's head, like a cat, smelled the smell of food, ran around in his arms, rubbing Bo Jiayan's body tight.

Thin clothes can't stop the heat from her.

Bo Jiayan's breath was heavy and his face was just cold. His rigidity and her softness are like two fighting strips that resist each other. They see their own rigidity being swallowed up by Bo en en's softness.

Bo Jiayan, you can't be like this. When did you become a man without self-control?

We can't connive at her like this, otherwise, everything will be in a mess, really going to be in a mess

Bo Jiayan was so hard in his heart that he held Bo en en's wrist and made a slight effort to tear her down. At this time, Bo en's lips were gently on his lips.

She seems to have finally found her favorite food and tasted it carefully, with a little bit of astringency and palpitation.

Bochayan's eyes were wide open, and his whole body softened. He was attacked and plundered by bochayan in his mouth.

When the brain stops thinking, time seems to stop, only pure sensory happiness, in the silent space, emitting bursts of ambiguous atmosphere.

I do not know when, the two have been entangled in the bed.

Bo en en lies on Bo Jiayan's body, and his initial astringency has gradually become proficient. I don't know when bochayan's refusal has become cooperation.

In the whole room, there was only one breath, which was so thick that it made people blush. One after another, it was entangled, more and more tightly, more and more tightly.

All of bocayan's reason is on the verge of collapse, as if there is no sense of kinship any more. What lies on him is just a woman of universal power, a goblin full of seduction.

His hands were hot and close to Bo en's waist branch, inch by inch, and his pajamas were wrinkled because of his strength. When he stretched his fingers, he came across the soft skin on Bo en's waist

When bochayan was hot, his last reason flashed a red light in his mind. He slightly tilted his head, missed open Bo en entwined lips, low cold voice, dying struggle: "Bo en, you sober up, see who I am?"

Bo en en's originally closed eyes, in the voice of Bo Jiayan, opened slightly like a cup, showing a confused light