"Woo ..."

Song Ci was blocked with his lips, and the woman's voice came from the ears, and he was even more angry. He tightened him in front of him.

Her fingers stroked his shirt neckline, stroking his liberal arts muscles, and the palm seemed to be hot, curled up slightly, clenched, and spread out.

Before Huo Mohen had time to react, he was pulled by Song Ci to pull the tie and pulled away the shirt.

have no choice.

The length on the sofa is enough, but it is not enough to accommodate the two.

Huo Mohen could only reach out her waist to avoid her falling.

Song Ci's white dress set off the delicate skin, and hooked him, blowing a sultry breath, biting the domineering words: "I don't like you to talk to other women."

Huo Mu Shen's handsome face was spoiled, and he raised his hand to break the phone.

The opposite Su Xuening listened to the phone and hung up, and stunned it.

She looked at the empty airport door alone, inhaling deeply.

"Miss, do you want to leave? Mr. and wife are still waiting for you at home." The driver respectfully asked for instructions.

"Don't leave, wait again." Su Xuening's eyes condensed, and he lowered his head and dialed Huo Mohen's phone number again.

Song Ci was picked up Huo Mushen's clothes. She was more enthusiastic than ever. She held Huo Mohen's face with both hands and asked you to ask his lips hard.

Almost at the moment Song Ci took the initiative, Huo Mu's tight body immediately responded strongly.

He held Song Ci even tighter.

The living room was dark, Song Ci was vague, and he could not see Huo Mu's sinking face, but just felt that he held her back of her back.

Bell bell!

The phone rang again.

Song Ci frowned.

The white lotusman is enough!

Grab her husband, you have to be a second time at a time!

She reached out and touched the phone. She was taken away by Huo Mo Shen before raising her hand.

Song Ci smiled lightly: "Don't pick it up?"

"Do you want me to pick it up?"

"If you want to pick it up." Song Ci hooked his lips, and the water eyes looked at him with a clear and clear state, as if deliberately ridicule him.

"If I picked it up, do I want to kneel and wash the coat?" Huo Mohen teased rarely, panting and breathing.

Song Ci's hands without any flaws slipped along his chest to his earlobe.

The man's body trembled slightly.

"Of course you can also kneel on the coating board."

"Well?" He stopped and looked up at her. In the darkness, those eagle -like eyes were shining, and it was particularly bright.

Obviously he couldn't see anything, but Song Ci felt that he was carefully grinding the change of every inch of every inch of her face.

Song Ci listened to his questions, his body became more preheated, and his hot cheeks were more boiling than his heart. His voice said: "Mr. Huo can choose to kneel durian, keyboard, remote control, you can choose?"

"……hehe."

He was laughing, and the smile emitted from the depths of his chest reached the limbs.

Huo Mu Shen's suppressing and forbearing voice sounded on the ears of Song Ci: "Be careful of liver, I choose to kneel ... you!"

"you!"

"Oh."

There was a low smile.

Before she had time to refute, she had been kissed by Huo Mu, and the original mobile phone was fell to the corner by the man in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the black screen climbed out of the spider web, and the flames of the flames that were originally flashed were completely overwhelmed.

The opposite Su Xuening's eyes were calm, and suddenly he heard the sound of the phone coming from the opposite side of the phone, and his eyes were excited.

But the next second ...

"Sorry, the call you dial has been turned off, please ..."

Su Xuening's exquisite face has a slight cracked face, watching the lonely and empty night, and her heart can no longer be calm.

"Miss, are we going now?"

"Call the Huo family, buy a few gifts, I want to visit the Huo family in person."

Nympho

In a loud crack, Song Ci shrank in his arms.

Huo Mushen seemed to feel that she was scared, raised her hand and rubbed her ears, and seduced it with a low voice: "I was scared."

"No, I just thought that a woman was standing at the door of the airport and looked at you. She was funny. She now expects you to pick it up." Song Ci spared no effort to fight against the enemy.

The more you don't want to, the lowly and dumb: "But I just don't want to give you to her. After all, the night is very deep, the wind is very cool, there is only me in the room, I will be afraid."

Her low voice seemed to hum and kitten.

"who is she?"

Huo Mo Shen twisted into the word ‘Sichuan’ and looked down at her.

Song Ci was stunned, couldn't hear such a obvious voice?

Su Xuening!

According to the legend, Su Xuening set up by white lotus and little bitch!

"Su Xuening."

Song Ci.

Huo Mohen wondered and picked his brows, and he said a name for a while: "Don't know."

"Don't know?"

This time it was Song Ci's turmoil.

"Look at your expression, I have to know this knowing person." Huo Mu sank bowed his head, and the tip of his tongue stabbed her cochlea: "Mrs. Huo, can I think that this is a way you test me, or to say that it is or to say that it is or to say that it is or to say

You found this person. "

Song Ci: "..."

She was wronged, she didn't think so, after all, she didn't know that Su Xuening called at this time.

Huo Dashao, your imagination is too rich.

"Small resignation, if you want me, just say, don't have to find other women to stimulate me, after all, doing a good obligation to Mr. Huo, isn't it just to serve Mrs. Huo?" Well? "

Huo Mu sinking down.

Song Ci was stunned again, and before he responded, he felt a tearing sound in the air.

"hiss!"

Song Ci only wore a evening dress. In order to cooperate with the effect, the clothes were specially personal, that is, to take off the clothes, that is, it is smooth.

She just felt that the man's hand had been pushing the zipper behind her. It seemed that after trying a few times, she was impatient because she was cumbersome and impatient.

It was cold on his body, this time Song Ci was really slippery.

She said vaguely: "This ... back to the upstairs, it would be bad if Uncle Lin came out."

Song Ci felt that his face was centered on Huo Mohen, and he was thrown around ... I lost it infinitely.

"Rest assured, this weekend, I asked them to rest."

As soon as the words fell, the valuable dress was thrown in the corner of the sofa by the group.

There was a ‘click’ belt buckle.

Song Ci was pressed on the sofa. The man touched her skin with a thin cocoon's belly, and she was a little itchy.

"kindness."

In the darkness, Song Ci's voice was soft and gentle, like a little milk cat touched.

Nympho

One hour later, Song Qi slept in his arm, and his body was still stained with his sweat and taste. He slept very well and stable.

She was still wearing pajamas. It was Huo Mu Shen cleaned up and replaced her again.

He looked down at her lazy pajamas, and the exit voice was unknowingly gentle: "Little vinegar jar."
Chapter completed!