He said: "Anyway, I'm holding you like this. It's you who are uncomfortable, not me." God knows, he is more uncomfortable than she is.
Does that mean that if she takes it out, he will continue to hold it like this? How long will it take? Although her heart is healthy now, it can't bear the load.
The pure masculine aura surrounded her, and her heart kept beating erratically.
She couldn't help but weakly wanted to negotiate terms with him: "Why don't you let me go."
He brought his face close to hers and smelled her fresh breath. It didn't have any artificial smell. It was fresh, natural and comfortable. He liked it.[
"Just won't let go!" He said domineeringly in her ear.
She was helpless.
Because he hugged her a little tighter, she could clearly feel the hard object licking her shamefully. She moved her hand gently and put her hand into his pocket.
There is nothing on the left or right.
She asked doubtfully: "You don't have anything in your pocket."
A thick smile came from the top of the head: "You can touch it again and see." Narino Retsu wanted to burst out laughing, this little thing is really fun.
Qian'er was really obedient, and she took it out hard. Through her pants, she felt something thick and thick like a stick, and she shook it hard.
She was surprised to find that the stick would become thicker, and she asked, "Why do you carry a stick with you?"
Then I found that Narino Retsu looked at her with strange eyes, as if he wanted to swallow her into his stomach.
Qian'er asked: "Where did you put it? Why can't I find it?" She kneaded it a bit and couldn't take it out, so she pulled it out hard.
"oh……"
Cheng Yelie was in pain and happiness, and couldn't help but groan.
Qian'er didn't understand why he suddenly shivered, and said with concern: "Why don't you let me go and I can help you take it out? Your trouser pocket must be torn..."
Before she finished speaking, his hand had quickly unzipped his pants, and then he took her hand and put it in, letting his soft little hand hold his own hot penis.
"Hold it!" He commanded domineeringly, his voice hoarse and difficult to control.
She obeyed instinctively, grasped what she thought was a stick, and was stunned.
This, this, this... this is not a stick at all, okay?
is his……
Oh, my God.[
She did not let go, because under her tight grip, it continued to grow dangerously. She exclaimed: "It, it, it...how can it grow bigger again?!"
She really forgot her fear, made some gestures with her hands, and then played a few more times.
OMG!
Narino Retsu was almost certain that she was really playing with fire. Her actions almost made him explode. He grabbed her hand and took it out, not giving her a chance to continue playing curiously.
If she wasn't Mo Qian'er, Cheng Yelie would have done her cruelly right here.
But she is Mo Qian'er.
He didn't understand why she was so special in his mind.
What's so special is that he, who is not a gentleman at all, suddenly became a gentleman at this moment. Even though he had been aroused by her, he could still warn her: "No, don't play with me again!"
Then, Qian'er looked at him and smiled innocently: "Then you let me go? I will let you go?"
Well, Retsu Narino finally admitted that this little thing was not as pure as it appeared. He was almost certain that she did it on purpose, even though he caught the shame in her eyes.