Luo Baiyu worshiped every inch of Xier's mouth with the tip of her tongue, and kissed her like a guest of honor.
"Um?"
A moan that overflowed from Xier's mouth even shouted out Luo Baiyu's potential desire and call out.
Xier, Xier, my Xier...
In this way, Luo Baiyu kept repeating his heart. His Xier and Xier would be his only one, and he would only be his only one.
No matter what obstacles, his Xier will be his Xier alone.
While kissing Xier, they used their breath to vent their breath, so even though they had been kissing for a long time, the two of them still couldn't feel stuffy.
The lips are grinding, the tongue is entangled, and Xier?
Xier felt her face was a little hot, and was the gift that Brother Yu gave her the little fish that could not be caught?
She didn't catch the little fish that Zifeng ate for her last time. This time, Brother Yu ate the little fish for her and said he would catch it no matter what!
Yes! That's what Xier thinks!
So I stretched out my tongue and started chasing the little fish that was constantly making trouble in my mouth.
But every time the fish was caught and entangled, they were caught and entangled. Every time they were about to catch it, the cunning fish ran away quickly.
Wow! Very annoying!
But who is Xier?
I made up my mind to catch the slippery little fish in my mouth.
The fragrant tongue kept chasing, and Luo Baiyu kept outlining Xier's beauty. The two of them had a lot of fun. Sometimes Xier knocked down Xiaoyu, and sometimes the little fish entangled Xier's fragrant tongue slipped away.
When he swept across the large area, Luo Baiyu reluctantly spread his lips. In fact, if he could, Luo Baiyu wanted to kiss this kiss until the end of the world, and until the sea and rocks were gone.
Even if there is no kiss, just be with Xier.
"Brother Yu..."
Xier, who was defeated by Xiaoyuer again, was very dissatisfied. Her little lips, which were already a little red and swollen, shouted the words "Brother Yu".
Perhaps because of the kiss just now, or because Xier was acting cute, the taste of these three words changed a lot, becoming very ambiguous, and becoming like a different style.
"Xi'er...Your tastes so beautiful!"
Luo Baiyu hugged Xier tightly, and his hands were stroking his already swollen lips, rubbing his fingertips constantly, and his feelings became much gentler.
His Xier is really beautiful.
His Xier is really delicious.
His Xier, his Xier, his Xier, his Luo Baiyu's Xier!