"Okay, okay, buy a bunch of them for you! Haha, wait, I'll let them send it here."

As he said that, he actually picked up the cell phone beside the pool, dialed the secretary's phone number, and told him to call several specialty stores of women's clothing brands. The latest winter clothes and sizes will be given one set for each.

Including the underwear, socks and boots that match it inside.

After he put down the phone, I couldn't help but say, "Xiao Qiao suddenly felt that she had become Liu Laolao. It turns out that clothes can still be bought like this? You have so many famous women's clothing for me. How can I have the chance to wear it as a young civil servant?

Go out? And, how did you determine my clothes size so much?”

He twisted my nose, lips and hands around my body, and said, "Don't wear it during work hours, just wear it for me to see it,, As for your size, I've measured it with my hands a few more

I've been familiar with it all, haha."

In this regard, Xu Liang is undoubtedly superior to Mayor Qiao and Lin Feng. Although he is in the career, he is very good at Bourgeois's lifestyle. Therefore, he has a more appropriate taste and etiquette than those of you in women's clothing.

. Diary of a female civil servant 531

We were dating in the water, his mouth and hands were raging on my shoulders, ears, chest, and jade back. My body quickly became hot and no longer deliberately resisted, but instead half-pushed and half-come to him

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After planting several small strawberries on me, he ordered me to put on the white shirt that he threw on the edge of the pond.

My body is small, with a height of 1.63 meters. I was wearing his shirt of 1.78 meters. The hem was above his hips, and it just exposed his two jade legs, swaying and graceful, with a unique charm.

His waist is about two feet seven, but he has no extra routes, so he doesn't look fat, but is very well-proportioned. My waist is less than one feet nine, and I wear his big shirt too loose, so I only wear it for the third time.

The fourth button, one side of the shoulder was exposed outside, and a pair of sharp pointed breasts were raised inside the collar. The pink at the top was vaguely visible inside the material of the white shirt, with two small bulges.

He asked me to kneel on the edge of the pool with my back to him. He sat in the pool, holding my little feet, holding my toes, and kissing them.

I didn't expect him to do this, his soles of his feet were hooked up, and his itchy feet moved around in his hands, like a cute little white pupa.

His lips fell on the soles of my feet, and his tongue licked so hard, and my buttocks swayed and he screamed softly.

His hands and lips kissed along my legs, touched the hem of my shirt, and thrust from the front between my legs. His fingers were wandering among the grass, and my honey juice flowed out in a gurgling manner.

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His lips and tongue kissed my hips, and I twisted nervously, not wanting to be seen by him, and shouted, asking him to turn off the light.

He said he likes to read me carefully, and even if you close your eyes, you can think of my beauty.

But I slipped out of his hand like a little loach, ran to the wall and turned off the light.

The bathroom facing the street suddenly dimmed, but the light outside the window was still very bright, and the atmosphere created was just right.

He panted and laughed softly, and ordered me to come over, otherwise he would not spare me easily if he caught him.

I moved the two bare legs under my shirt and walked over. He stretched out his arms and hugged my calves. I let out a soft cry and fell back into the water.

He hugged me and put me horizontally in his arms. The shirt on my body was soaked in water again. The exquisite fabric was placed on my graceful body. The white shirt set off with snowy skin, and the tender powder on the tip of my chest was particularly eye-catching.

He lowered his head, grabbed the bud on my chest through his wet shirt, bit and sucked, and licked it with his tongue.

The rustling electric numbness, I trembled in his arms, mumbling at the bad dad~ but my hands tightly grabbed into his thick hair.

We are like two fish, entangled in the water. Because of the medium of wet shirts, the touch feels more ambiguous and more seductive.

The water is very slippery, but it is astringent after entering the human body. He did not attack me under the water, but patted my skin and asked me to kneel down on the edge of the pond and climb up. Diary of the female civil servant 531

The shirt was against my body, and the hem was wrapped around my round buttocks. The groove in the middle was dark in color, like a cut apple.

He also got ashore, knelt behind me, pinched my waist with both hands, spread my legs apart, and began to enter me with his clone.

I deliberately dodged and moaned, "No, bad dad can't bully the baby like this."

He patted my little skinny, "Be good, don't move around, let the bad dad erect in."

I moved even harder and tried to crawl forward for two steps. He chased him eagerly, touched my grass with one hand again, holding back the small water core that was bulging at the top.

I dare not move around, as I feel itchy when I move.

He pressed his little skinny thighs and passively accepted his straight in.

Finally he went deep into it. He sucked in, but he stretched out and whispered in depression, saying yes, tight, too tender and slippery,

I shook violently, swayed my hips, and continued to pretend to want to escape.

He began to fuck me hard, hitting my hips and legs with a bang, pushing them deep and fast.

My core quickly became numb by collision, and the depths of my body were running like electric currents, and soon there was a burning and keen sense of blockage.
Chapter completed!