Originally booked two rooms, one for men and one for women. Now, one for Mingyang, one for Yang Qing and Mochizuki. Mingyang thought to himself, "Saint, your subordinates can only help you here.". Whether you can *** him or not depends on your ability. It is true that the thinking of the Demon Sect comes down in one continuous line, and it is true that Mingyang is a good subordinate taught by Saint Mochizuki. As soon as Mingyang retreats, the full moon blesses the soul and guesses what Mingyang is thinking. What's so terrible about gritting your teeth and being cruel? She stood up, propped up the young man's knees, and at the moment Yang Qing looked sideways at the door, she leaned into his arms and pressed his lips. This time, in order to prevent him from reaching out to touch his acupoint again, he grabbed his hand with both hands and clasped his fingers firmly. "Well.." With a dull hum, the young man was pressed against the window. Every time he raised his hand to move, he was subject to the girl's fingers. Ten fingers connect the heart, fingers tremble lightly, and go straight to the heart pit with boiling blood. For a moment, only the sound of breathing could be heard in the room. Mochizuki really kisses wantonly, using both words and tongues, grinding all the way forward. Although Yang Qing usually how aloof, or how can pull down the face, in this kind of matter, he has always been passive. He is the kind of person who tends to have no desire, the kind of person who moves forward step by step and is very down-to-earth. Even for those who are moved, Yang Qing never particularly thinks about kissing or anything else. So every time the full moon pressed him back, his breath was messy and his heart was beating fast. When he stopped, Mochizuki's cheeks were completely red. Under the body of Yang Qing, hair messy, leaning against the wall, now flying clouds, lips moist, is really delicate and pitiful, pitiful and lovely. Yang Qing turned his head, breathed calmly, turned his head, and saw the smiling girl. His eyes were still a little hazy, and he couldn't figure out how it was like this. I'm just sleeping for a while. How can I pretend to be like this. He frowned and looked at Mochizuki's eyes, still wet. Mochizuki: "…" Yang Qing, who just woke up, is so good to throw down! Up to now, he was probably still confused and not fully awake, or thought he was dreaming, otherwise he would not be able to say a complete sentence until now. Keep up the good work and sleep with him! Mochizuki smiled and hugged Yang Qing's neck, half sitting in his arms, with a soft voice, low, seducing him, "Yang Qing." “…… Uh The reaction was a little slow. What is the bed used for? “…… Sleeping. "Let you sleep." Mochizuki correction. …… Uh There's nothing wrong with that. The young man, who was gradually waking up, warehouse rack manufacturer , thought so. What am I used for? “…… What do you use it for? He asked. …… Sleeping. The girl's voice was full of laughter. …… Oh I haven't woken up yet, but I feel something is wrong. But the girl corrected him, "Let you sleep." “……” Yang Qingsheng's starry eyes, under the trembling eyelashes, slowly raised and looked at her. The girl gently rubbed her ears and temples with him. This is a semi-guided self-question and self-answer: Yang Qing, what is the bed used for? Let you sleep. Yang Qing, what am I used for? Let you sleep. Quiet, hot, restless, ambiguous. Floating in the room with the faint fragrance of sandalwood. How many men can stand this level of flirtation? Yang Qing suddenly raised his hand, held her in his arms, bent over, and kissed her smiling mouth. He picked her up, the girl's long hair scattered his arm, stood up, Yang Qing found that his clothes had been loosened. But it didn't matter. In the sweet fragrance of the girl, he held her and kissed her as he went to the bed. Surrounded by the male breath in his mouth, thrown on the bed, pressed by the man's thin waist, Mochizuki opened his arms to embrace him, as charming as a kitten. The corners of the mouth, showing a smirk: "I am really too awesome!"! Finally hooked him up! When I sleep with him, I will publish a book, "Sleeping Man 360 Style", which will stand up to those words circulated in Jianghu. See whether their fabrication sells well or my practice sells well! Two people are entangled on the bed for a while, the breath presses heavier than just now. He kissed her tenderly, which was totally different from the confusion just now. Gentle, but also with domineering and tough. It turns out that he can also be tough, and he is not always pushed by her. His hair, his face, his chin, his neck, his chest.. It's hers! It's all hers! Yang Qing smiled, "don't be so excited." "Are you awake?" Mochizuki said vaguely. Before he could figure it out, another kiss fell on his eyelids, and Mochizuki was too lazy to think about it, holding him contentedly and sobbing. After a while, Mochizuki suddenly gave a little scream. Yang Qing: "Calm down." Mochizuki:.. Do you have to stab me at this time? She responded with the light laughter of the young man. Mochizuki lifted his leg and kicked him on the waist in exchange for his low laughter. It was at this time that the sound of a bird sounded in their ears. The man and woman lying on the soft bed looked at a fat bird fluttering its wings on the half-open window lattice. Small eyes like green beans saw two words, the bird excited: "Ji!" " Yang Qingyi. The window was blown open by the wind. Mochizuki hugged him down. "Never mind the dead bird." "Ji!" Not to be outdone, the dead bird called again. Yang Qing: "…" Mochizuki: "…" "Chirp!" He just ignored it, and the bird kept calling, which made people feel numb in their ears, and they were scared to kneel. Yang Qing got up and hung his girl on him, reluctant to give up, complaining, "Is it crazy?!" Yang Qing pushed her down with a smile and said, "It should be urgent. Let me see." Loosely dressed, the beautiful man went to the window. Mochizuki lay on the bed, itching in his heart. Although before Yang Qing's robe was untied by her, but Yang Qing put Mochizuki down on the bed, kneeling at the head of the bed, just kissed her, the collar pulled down, the girl's clothes, although a little messy, but basically still wear well on the body. omracking.com