Shengling Yao seems not to have tasted enough of her, always kissing her tender lip for a while.

Sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce, want to eat her into the abdomen, that kind of look, let Qiujiayi shrunk.

He was gasping for breath when he kissed him again. His little hand clutched his clothes tightly. He had a good bath early, but because they were too close, too nervous and sweating.

Qiu Jiayi's face turned red and wrinkled his eyebrows painfully, moving around under him. When his legs are bent, he will always touch the hard object inadvertently, which will cause his soft hissing.

She was so frightened that she did not...