City Lady-Killer

"Yeah"

At the same time, the red-haired woman’s head and the soles of her feet leaned back, trembled and swayed three inches from the tabletop, and her whole body was like a gold ingot hanging over the table.

The feet of the table keep moving, the spring water is flying all the way, the more inserted, the more fierce, the more bananas the woman, the faster the table moves.

"boom!"

Finally, the Eight Immortals table slammed into the wall. The waist of the red skirt was on the table. It was almost at the same moment when the round table hit the wall. She was in a coma, and she was unconscious in the bliss, while Lin Tianlong was bombing and lasing. And out.

"Dragon, what are you doing? Bastard, down!"

At this time, the wooden house door was pushed away, and Yang Shimin was flushed. In addition to his anger and dissatisfaction, he was also ashamed of three points.

"Daddy, I am not hurting you!"

Lin Tianlong was a big guilty conscience, as if the husband who had stolen it was raped by his wife in bed, followed by a sly smile and used to dispel Yang Shimin’s anger.

In this case, Yang Shimin sees Lin Tianlong to mention the previous things, and even deliberately in front of her face, will slowly pull out from the red skirt women, sturdy and thick, hard and smooth, wet and slippery The prestige did not diminish, and Yang Shimin’s heart was trembled. When he was shy and tweaked, he said, “Oh, Tianlong, little bastard, don’t wear the pants!”

The scene of the former wooden house corner is still floating in Yang Xinmin's heart. She is as shy and soft as she seems to have changed.

Ecstasy shot from Lin Tianlong's eyes, he stood up, slowly pushing Yang Shimin, said: "Good god, I am still very uncomfortable, give it to me!"

At the most suitable moment, Lin Tianlong launched a storm.

"Dragon, don't, have been wrong before, can't go wrong, how can you be worthy of your work?"

"Daddy, this is not a mistake. Men and women love, this is a matter of righteousness, I must take you from the cognac."

Lin Tianlong grabbed Yang Shimin's waist and scorned his clothes. He saw the tulle that was previously destroyed by him, and Yang Shimin's gently fluttering.

Lin Tianlong, the little bad guy, was so bold, threatened to grab his dry wife, but this moment was heard in Yang Shimin’s ear, but his heart was sweet.

The lyrical silk is filled with the body of the rouge and strong horse, and the strong body is soft under the gaze of Lin Tianlong.

Just as Tian Lei was about to hit the ground fire, Yang Shimin’s mind suddenly became tight, and an irritability suddenly rose from Yang Shimin’s mind. The contradictory thoughts seemed to be like a flying flame, and magnified her wildness.

"puff!"

One voice, when Yang Shimin was so up to the extreme, the wildness ignited the anger, but she did not take out the hatchet this time, but the backhand hit a punch.

"Bad boy, don't think I let you go, let's count the new account with the old account!"

Lin Tianlong had some sneer at the beginning, but when the powder punched and screamed, his face changed greatly. He knew that Yang Shimin was not half-truthful this time, and he just vented in the red skirt woman. He was beaten by powder and he fell to the ground.

After the powder boxing, Lin Tianlong’s screams pierced Yang Shimin’s ears, which surprised her heart, like a needle punching a fist, and fluttering to Lin Tianlong.

"Dragon, Tianlong, don't scare me!"

"Daddy, you are so fierce, really hearty!"

Lin Tianlong pretended to be pitiful.

For the first time, Yang Shimin’s life was eager to tears, and she cried: "Dragon, I don’t know how to do it. Are you hurting? Look at the injury?"

Lin Tianlong’s five senses trembled and suddenly shouted: “Hey, it hurts, godmother, I am hurt here!”

"Where? Let me go! Stinky boy!"

Lin Tianlong Bridge Yang Shimin's jade hand touched the wound, and the anxious Yang Shimin stared at it, and he found that the hand was actually wearing a red light.

Yang Shimin’s face was red, and she suddenly understood it. Although she was squeaky, she did not force herself to break free. Instead, her palm trembled and her grip was stronger. The feeling on her hand was really good. The palm seemed to be bounced off. Almost dazzled her head. Gently rubbing the epidermis, immediately heard the big boy's little bad guy's rapid breathing, like the happy man's happy expression, frowning, slightly open his mouth, keep breathing.

The thing jumped like that, struggling, with heat, and slipping into the delicate hands of Yang Shimin with fire, she couldn't help but pinch.

"Little bad guys, fainting the red dress woman, it's still so hard."

This made Yang Shimin suspect that her husband, Secretary Jun, was hard to come back when he was young, but he felt that his husband, Si Junfeng, had never been so hard when he was a honeymooner. The big boys should be so hard. Yang Shimin clenched the dragon and let his beating pulse smash her palm. What a hot thing.

Her caress must make her son feel comfortable and happy. His hand holding the mother's waist was almost stopped.

The gasping is increasing. The dry son stretched out his body, no longer sitting, but lying to her side.

He straightened his legs and made him feel restrained. Yang Shimin gently dried his son's blood: he relieved this constraint.

The dry son's face was hot and hot at her neck, and the rapid breathing brought a string of hot and hot breath on her neck.

"Daddy."

The dry son called her low and her hands increased her strength.

His interest in her hard and stiff body was significantly greater than the fullness of the full bulging, using her thumb and forefinger to control her, gently turning and pulling. His skillful caress made her feel more exciting.

Without looking at it, Yang Shimin can imagine what he is already excited about.

"Daddy."

Lin Tianlong was obviously not satisfied with her slenderness. He sent it forward, and Yang Shi was sensitive to the front end of the thing at her waist. Dry son, the giant scorpion swayed at her waist.

"Dragon."

Yang Shimin turned her head and went to the front of the team. The wooden house was still dark. She couldn't see the dry son's face. She only felt her son's hot breath spurting on her face.

"I am your godmother."

She didn't know if this was the last resistance because she was so weak.

"Daddy."

The son's hand was firmly pinched on her, and squeezed harder.

Suddenly, there was a shout outside, and there were shouts of Yang Lijing and Si Junfeng.

Yang Shimin rushed to the mind and pushed Tianlong Road: "There is a situation outside!"

Then the flying body rushed out.

Lin Tianlong tidyed up his clothes and rushed out.

Dozens of black people surrounded Yang Lijing and Si Junfeng. After all, Yang Lijing was born as an armed policeman. How many years of hard work did not leave, and he could barely protect himself, and Si Junfeng was old and ruined. There is no power to fight back, but the black man does not mean to kill, it seems to want to live and catch.

Yang Shimin screamed, bravely rushed over, punched and kicked, and several black people swayed to the side, angered by the black man, and the big fist hangs with the wind to Yang Shimin; Lin Tianlong also flutters In the past, I wanted to use electric qigong to knock down the black people. Unfortunately, after the hit, the power was insufficient, it seemed to be tickle. The black man smashed a few things, and he punched a few feet. In Lin Tianlong's body; Yang Shimin was able to dismantle more than a dozen tricks, tired and petting, unable to resist the heavy punches of the black man, one can't catch up, the sound of the bang, the black man is a nest, hard and raw In the heart of the nest, Jiaotuo flew straight out.

"The thief, dare to beat my godmother!"

Lin Tianlong used his own strength to attack the enemy's short, and tried his best to hit the electric qigong. He even shot a black flower on the shoulder of the black man. The black people screamed and retreated.

Lin Tianlong hit a hand, this leaped from the ground, and flew to the falling godmother Yang Shimin.

"Dragon is careful!"

A powerful man always has more charm! Yang Shimin's beauty is full of splendor, first of all, the love is surging to call the dry son Tianlong, then the eyeballs shrink sharply, and the alarm sounds.

The black man was fiercely killed. Lin Tianlong had heard the sound of **** behind him, but he did not show any signs of dodging. He stretched out his arms and hugged Yang Shimin, who was eclipsed by the flowers, and let two fists hit. Hit him on the back.

With a bang, Lin Tianlong held Yang Shimin on the ground and rolled up. The two mothers were weak and one was seriously injured. They could only hold each other and entangled their limbs. They tried their best to roll away in the distance.

Faced with the threat of death, Yang Shimin involuntarily lost a lot of scruples, the wild bridge body actively approached Lin Tianlong, mostly from the cracks in the clothes, and heavily attached to Lin Tianlong's back.

"Daddy, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

Lin Tianlong’s head tilted back slightly, and the mother and the child were opposite each other, as if a pair of whispers were whispering, and the tenderness was like water, silently melting the shackles of secular taboos.

The two mothers and sons were immersed in tenderness and sweetness, but they completely angered the man in black.

In the scream of resentment, a pair of big punches screamed at the flesh and blood of the righteous mother and son.

"Da mom, I think"

The cold wind blows Lin Tianlong's bursts, facing the sneer of death, he subconsciously chooses to chase the "nummy" of life. Lin Tianlong's words are not finished, but Yang Shimin understands his meaning, and the beauty is slightly closed. I don’t even look at the husband, Si Junfeng, who was surrounded by black people in the distance.

Life and death are no longer important, and taboos are naturally thrown into the clouds.

Between Lin Tianlong and Yang Shimin's lips, there seems to be a drop of life's "honey" that attracts their lips and slowly approaches.

Under the beautiful moonlight, a pair of big punches are particularly slow and particularly gloomy.

The lips and lips are close, the fists are close to the people, and the **** of death is close to the **** of love.

"Ok"

The taboo lips touched together. After a series of storms, the hearts of the two mothers and the mothers collided for the first time, and the sparks of intoxication were brilliant.

The beauty of life makes the world intoxicated, but there is no mercy in the death.

The four-petal lips are in contact with each other, the sparks are splashed, the electric flowers are splashed, and Lin Tianlong’s eyes are all bright and thieves light up. The electric energy reserve is suddenly full of energy, the big hand is waving, the earth-shattering lightning thunder, the black man screams. One voice, straight out, squatting to the black man who surrounded Yang Lijing Si Junfeng not far away.

A few black people did not know how to reach out to pick up the leader, but they did not know the power of Qigong. The screams were screaming, and the black man was smashed into a gourd. Other black people. When I saw the situation was not good, I hurriedly raised the leader, and the people carried the lift, the frame of the frame, the support of the support, the screaming screaming, and screaming, even rolling and fleeing.