Chapter 466 The Humor Cell of Monroe Wind

"Press for you?"

So without waiting for the cold love to answer, the generous palm has been rubbed on the delicate body, and the strength is just right, and the cold love is humming satisfactorily.

Just press it, change her face slightly, just look up to stop, the next round of encroachment has let her not even have the strength to scold her mother.

"single, single wind..."

Men's foreheads are sweaty, but their movements are not vague at all.

"Honey, who kept you humming?"

If your sister is not really too tired, love really wants to kick the man who is pressing...