The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Moxier pressed against him, and the beautiful chin was gently raised, proud of being like a queen.

Every place on her face is full of pride. Although she and the murderer do these things, she suffers a little more. However, one day in the future, if I recall the night of the two, the person below is him, ink. Xier feels that it is worth it tonight.

Qing Muchen’s face was very cold, and the temperature in the room suddenly seemed to be shrouded in the Arctic glaciers, which was reduced in a blink of an eye.

Moxier couldn't see his eyes, but he could feel it from a sudden drop in room temperature.

His eyes were sharp and sharp, like a sharp wind, slashing every inch of Moxier's skin, and Moxi's body was burned by every place he swept.

Qing Muchen is still watching her, her eyes are as cold as tearing her apart.

Moxier is not small from the small amount, not afraid of him, the white scorpion is as thin as the five fingers of jade to pick his clothes, the soft little hand moves slowly along his strong texture, light in his tight waist Lightly hit a circle, her hand suddenly turned, and moved to his waistband.

Qing Muchen wore a bathrobe, and the robes were paired with a thin pair of pants, and the waistband was very loose.

Moxier's fingertips flowed around his waistband for several laps, and the little hand suddenly caught the cloth on his trousers, as if he wanted to pull his pants off.

The hand stretched over, however, there was no movement, and the wrist was cold and could not be buckled by one hand.

Moxier was wrong, raised his face and looked at Qing Muchen's eyes a little strange.

Qing Muchen's eyes on her face are still very cold, like the frozen lake in the winter, so cold that she does not consciously erect a few.

His strength is very large and almost rough.

"You asked me to come." Moxier defended his own behavior.

"I didn't say that I will let you come!" Qing Muchen snorted coldly, her hands violently grabbed her wrists, pulled her into her arms, turned over, and sat high before him. The Moxier on his body was pulled out of bed by him, and he had not returned to God. His body had been suppressed by him.

The words of Qing Muchen are not contradictory to her words.

He said that let her come, but let her do not mean that she can always control the initiative.

Men have always had deep obsessions in manipulating and arranging problems.

This is not a machismo of thoughts, but a direct relationship with the dignity of men!

And Moxier tonight, very unfortunately, just stepped on his arrogant self-esteem!

When Moxier met Qing Muchen, she did not win.

Qing Muchen’s strength was very strong. Two hands held her on her, and she suppressed her on a large bed. Moxier’s whole person was lying flat in the shape of a figure, and the slightly stretched legs were squeezed by his body. Personal posture makes her particularly embarrassed.

I want to struggle, but I can't struggle.

Qing Muchen forced her to die, her body pressed against her, and all the weight was placed on her, her wrists were restrained by her body, limbs, and almost no one of the two parts was not fitted.

Since he has known this for a long time, the two seem to have never had such intimacy.

Intimate, she clung to him, he clung to her, his breath, and her pervasive entanglement, can not tell each other.