"Xiaoyang, why don't you come up yet?..." Huoting, lying in bed, looked at Xiaoyang shyly.

Xiao Yang bites his teeth, what's the big deal in his mind? Lao Tzu is not the first time to go to a woman's bed, so he quickly takes off his coat and drills into Huoting's bed.

Sure enough, as he thought, Huoting's bed was too small. As soon as Xiao Yang went to bed, their bodies were closely together.

The girl's fragrance instantly penetrated Xiaoyang's nostrils.

Huoting's soft and elastic body, close to Xiaoyang, stimulated his nerves.

Maybe it's because they are nervous, their bodies are tight, but neither of them speaks.

Xiao Yang...