The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

The smell on his body was very clean, and there was no smell of men's cigarettes and wine. It was as fresh as the morning dew.

His face was sideways, and the piece of bangs took some of his foreheads, slightly messy, but with a handsome, unspeakable.

The sun shone from the window and cast a light and shadow on his face. West Xi always knew that he was very delicate, but at this moment, she was the first to find his handsome, even suffocating.

It is like a poisoned medicine, but it is easy to attract people when it is simply touched.

She looked at him and accidentally went away.

This kind of her, the man who is on the body is even more expensive.

Qing Muchen is still kissing her, his kiss is not as pure as his breath.

His kisses, the incomprehensible evils, and the gap between the two men's identities, pressed her in her arms, and every time the hegemony went deep, it seemed to engulf her.

Sicily was almost suffocated by his kiss.

When I returned to God, the car was full of two people's rapid breathing.

Wrapped / cotton intertwined, one after another.

Xixi clearly heard the sound of his breathing.

Hot and hot, the temperature is a bit burning.

Qing Muchen was so eager to appreciate her appearance in her arms, her face was cold and proud.

Sisi stared at him and glanced back at him. She didn't look at him like a girl who was strong/kissed, or she ran away.

In the cold eyes of Qing Muchen, she lifted her back and wiped her lips. Then, she spit out in disgust. "The technique is really bad! It feels bad at all!"

Inside the car, dead.

Qing Muchen looked at her with cold eyes, and her eyes were as dark as a storm.

West did not go to see his eyes, his face turned to the window.

Her cheeks are actually red, but the red is not very obvious. I have to pay attention to it.

The silence in the car is still continuing.

I didn’t know how long it lasted. Behind me, the sound of Qing Muchen’s sharp cold wind suddenly sounded. “Is it a lot of personal?”

Xixi’s back was stiff and his body was not stiff.

Her head is not stupid, if you dare to answer this time, it is to seek death!

She thought that if she didn't answer, it would have passed.

Who knows, the car is quiet for a while, and the man’s voice is ringing again. “Since it’s so dissatisfied, let’s come back a few times until the kiss is satisfied with you?”

The body of the West is stiff again.

"No need. Don't you still have to go in? Is things finished?"

Pushing the door open, I want to get off before he has action, one foot just stepped on the ground, the body has not yet got out of the car, the wrist is suddenly pulled back by the back, when returning to God, Qing Muchen The body has been pressed up.

He is really pressing on her.

The sports car was originally narrow, his height was high, two people were lying down, and the two legs of the West were still swaying outside the car.

Qing Muchen did not see the car door still closed, pressed against her, and the lips pointed at her and kissed again.

Xixi didn’t react much, but what is the situation now?

The door is so big, do you want to go to the newspaper headline tomorrow?

"Qing Muchen, you stop!" CSI changed his face and refused to cooperate with him under his struggle.

Qing Muchen ignored it and pressed her on her body, still kissing her.

His kiss was not rude, and West could not feel anything else.