At present, Song Weiqing has silky eyes, messy clothes, deep dental marks under his neck, and he climbs Huo Miao in dissatisfaction. He keeps leaning toward men.

This aphrodisiac not only works for Huo, but also for her.

But Song Weiqing didn't care about it, adding some urgency would only make it more refreshing.

It's just that there seems to be something wrong with Huo.

Why not hurry up?

Haven't you gotten into the subject yet?

Huo Chingtian, drowned in lust and reason, just tore her clothes and bit her neck like a primitive animal, but delayed doing more in-depth movements.

Song Weiqing is now very uncomfortable, and his body...