My Teacher is Sun Wukong

"Fly less, I will take you to visit my room." Oriental Mingyue lips gathered in Xiaofei's ear, said softly.

A nearby gardener is taking care of the flower garden. Just now he also saw the warm kiss of the boys and girls. But after seeing it, I immediately lowered my head. The things of the young masters are not that he is qualified to ask questions.

Before, he had seen the young masters and maids of the East, and when he was in the line. But Miss and boys, he has not seen it, and feels very rare. In his mind, the Eastern Mingyue and Xiao Fei are like those in the past, and those who are desolate.

So Dongfang Mingyue took Xiao Fei’s hand and walked into her room.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw that it was full of blooming roses. It became a sea of ​​flowers. The blossoming flowers were so beautiful. The ground was covered with a petal of red petals, and the air was filled with fragrant fragrance.

Stepping in is like walking into the Garden of Eden where Adam and Eve lived.

On the table, a red candle is used to make a heart-shaped pattern. Precious wines and tall glasses are on the sidelines. There is also a record player next to it, with a shiny metal pointer across the ancient record, playing Mozart's light music "adagio".

The record player was made by Thomas Alva Eddie's phonograph and sold ten oceans during the Republic of China. On the performance is certainly not as good as dV machine, mp3, mp4 ... but it has become a tool used by the rich to increase the mood.

The record player is so well preserved that it seems to be the limited edition phonograph produced in the United States in 1937, and many people can't afford it.

"Fly less, is this what you did?" asked the Oriental Mingyue.

"Is it dripping, do you like it?" Xiao Fei said softly. I thought, the East Tianyi this guy, the work is really thoughtful.

"I like it too much!" Oriental Mingyue was intoxicated in romance, his hands squinting at Xiao Fei's neck. "Fly, I love you very much!"

The two men clung together again, with zero distance contact. Xiao Fei’s big hand once again climbed the holy peak. The Eastern Mingyue, which was shackled through the clothes, closed her eyes and gasped. This was the first time she had been intimate with the boys in such a sultry and warm place. The heart is completely open, and the passion of 17 years of enthusiasm is vented.

When Xiao Fei reached into the white school uniform shirt, he couldn’t help but swallow a slobber. Although it was not as big as the blue rain butterfly, but it was also unable to grasp a hand, and it was extraordinarily flexible and smooth, a red bean. Between his fingers.

It seems to be a devilish temptation to take him to hell. The family life of Oriental Mingyue has discouraged most of the boys in Tulip Middle School. The beauty of the city, and let them drool in their dreams. Elegant, and noble girls, now he is stunned by him.

The other hand reached into the school uniform skirt and grabbed the devil's arc to make it enticing and round. "Well..." The Eastern Mingyue gave a soft and long scorn, this sound is like a match, igniting the ** that has already reached the ignition point.

This voice Xiao Fei remembers that she has performed before, but today she does not have the composition of the performance, but the feeling of the body, the sensitive nerves are transmitted to the voice, and they are not allowed to come out. Venting, special and exciting feelings.

"Mingyue..." Xiao Fei's hand was put directly into the little cute, to touch the more sacred and far-distance place, and after the tingling feeling of the palm, he touched the soft and gentle source, just like a sandwich. Bread slices.

The scenes of countless men's dreams are realized in Xiao Fei's hands. His hands are flexible and skillful, and the female monsters have taught him a lot. Such a thing, perhaps the most stimulating of the nerves of the false Taoist literary scholar Liu Xiahui, let them mad.

The Oriental Moon is just enjoying it, feeling the love of the lover, and making the ** in her heart more and more intense. Just like boiling water, I want to find a place to vent. An unreasonable sense of emptiness and powerlessness made her feel like a catkins flying in the air, requiring a solid dependence.

Finally, Xiao Fei pulled out his hand and pulled down the small tie on the school uniform under his neck, unbuttoning the bond that restrained youth and suppressed feelings. The white shirt, which stands for youth and studenthood, was opened by him. Without this coat, it was like the bloom of the flower.

At this moment, the Eastern Mingyue seems to hear the sound of flowers.

The white underwear below is like a lotus flower blooming in the summer lotus pond, a subtle and subtle taste of a woman's restrained and shy, and the dark fragrance floats and looks chic and lovely. The youth that can't be restrained is presented in front of Xiao Fei, who is coveted. The snow-white meat group that can't be wrapped up is coming out, and the deep gully in the middle seems to be calling him to find out.

Oriental Mingyue shyly grasped Xiao Fei’s voice, as if from the voice of the distant horizon, “Flying less, let me be your woman today.”

Then he transferred the position and fell directly on the bed covered with tender red petals and flying white velvet feathers. The neat and well-defined school uniforms were thrown to the ground like garbage, and then they frankly met.

One is like the coming orchid, a masculine sun, and the orchid seems to be waiting for the yin and yang to blend together.

Xiao Fei suddenly remembered what Dong Tianyi gave him, so he took it out.

"Don't use this, this is my first time, and it is your first time. I want to have real contact with you. Don't have a diaphragm..." The soft hand of Oriental Mingyue was gently placed on his hand.

"Well, I don't really like this either," Xiao Fei said.

Outside the mansion, a long stretch of Lincoln opened.

A middle-aged man in a low-key and luxurious casual wear walked out of the car, followed by a noble woman dressed in a precious, snow-covered vest. The temperament of the upper class is not revealed all the time.

"Master, madam..." The steward of the black tuxedo wearing the British temperament said respectfully. The two nodded and then walked in gracefully.

"Dad, mom." Dongfang Tianyi, who was watching the football pictorial on the big table, stood up and bumped into his heart.

"Mingyue, where is her and her boyfriend!?" asked Dongfang Hongyuan, the father of the two brothers and sisters of the current family, to sullenly face. The kisses of Oriental Mingyue and Xiao Fei in the garden were seen by the gardener, and of course they were also known by the butler, and they were notified.

"No one outside, it must be in her room." The noble middle-aged woman had a ridiculous smile on her face. It seems to be ridiculous, anyway, she is not the mother of the Eastern Mingyue.

Since so many people leave a message and let fly fly less, then it won't be.

(End of this chapter)