The Anarchic Consort

Helen Weiwei opened his mouth and wanted to talk, but he was turned over and pressed into the mane, and the thin lips were blocked. The coldness of the man’s body was passed over, and even the tip of his tongue was a good smell. The low and low sound of the cymbals.

Helian Weiwei widened his eyes at that moment, feeling his fierce force, and his fingers could not help but use her strength. When she moved, the chain followed.

The whole palace seems to echo the sound of the chain, tightening and relaxing.

It is simply suppressed.

Helen Weiwei was reddened by the top of his eyes, but his strength did not reduce his score by half.

"Oh, let me know a little more." Finally, it was like a slap, holding her waist directly with her left hand, there is no hint of ending.

This angle of Helen Vivi can clearly see the face of the abstinence system. Every time he moves, the sweat on his forehead slides down his face to his chin, with a sharp black hair. Excessively handsome and tough, just to see is enough to make people feel soft, not to mention the sprint of him, it is more addictive.

No one was not hot, and Helen Weiwei was forced to bear his strength. The black hair of the waist was hitting the back of the chair behind her. Finally, I couldn’t help but ask for mercy. I didn’t think so. On the contrary, the person's movements are even more powerful. The low voice is full of enthusiasm: "Say you want me, this temple will let you get rid of it."

"I, um, I want you..." Helen Weiwei still didn't finish the sentence.

But just to see her look like that, he couldn't help it, as if he wanted to smash her soul and use the force like a hair.

Helian Weiwei's peach blossoms were moist, and in a harder impact than once, they couldn't help but scream.

I thought it would be nice to let him be satisfied. Where did he think that he was a reflex, let her sit on him, and his hands were pressed by him to his waist.

He looked at her and smiled. The slender upper body sounded like a low head on her forehead. She even had a hot breath when she spoke. She smiled in a low voice: "You don't like to touch here, come, Take a moment to touch."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and held her back. When he sinked heavily, the squeaky feeling of the tailbone made Helen Weiwei almost crazy.

"This, this counts... um, ah, what welfare!" It was pitted again!

Barry Gregard held the softness of her chest in one hand, so she kissed it with a smirk: "Of course it is welfare!"

When he said that he used his strength, Helen Weiwei could only sink again and again with his movements, and did not know how many times he did it.

Stupidly, when she opened her eyes again, he had stopped, that is, the thing was still in her body, and it was hot and swollen.

Helen Weiwei bit his lip and stretched his hand and pushed him: "You go out."

"That's how it works, you haven't touched the waist of the temple yet." The tone of the Baili Jiajue is slow, and it sounds like it makes people feel a little bit reasonable.

Helian Weiwei: ... She finally knows what is called the wrong ship, what reward, clearly is to use this as an excuse.

Shameless, too shameless! Helian Weiwei did not want to argue with him. Anyway, he wins every time. In the end, he really can't do it. He pushes people away and looks lazy: "I am hungry."

"Isn't the temple feeding you?" Barry Gai picked up her eyebrows, and her long fingers glared at her, and she refused to let her go.

Helian Weiwei’s hands are still tied with chains, and even careful, it will inevitably leave traces when it’s crazy. She’s lying like a doll in a red quilt, it’s hard to make people clam down.

The breath of the Bailijiajue gradually sank, and the kiss fell in her neck...

The dividend has not yet faded from Helen Weiwei, and any touch at this time is fatal to her.

"Don't, don't touch it." Helen Weiwei suddenly opened his eyes and was empty.

The Barry Gregory did not stop moving, let her face him, and then covered it, and a string of kisses fell on her smooth, silky satin.

Helian Weiwei trembled with his body, and there was a moment of loss.

I heard him in her ear as if it was suppressing something. The voice was hoarse and said: "I originally wanted to let you go, but I can’t help it. Come, oh, don’t mess, give you I."

Helen Weiwei couldn't understand what he was talking about. Such a posture, in addition to the big mouthful of gasping, is the ultimate joy.

I don't know if people outside will hear the sound inside, but Helen Weiwei is clearly aware.

No matter the impact of the chain, or the screaming of the chaise longue, no matter what the sound, it will only make people more unthinking.

His enthusiasm did not eliminate half of the points, but it was even heavier. He made several times that Helen Weiwei thought he was going to die.

"Wei Wei, Wei Wei..." With regular movements, Bai Lijiajue gently screamed at the ear of Helen Vivi.

"Well... um..." Helen Weiwei promised that the voice was broken, similar to 呻吟.

He took a lot of words from her and let her go. He was refreshed.

She was very tired, her eyelids were sinking, and behind him, he felt that he had hugged her up, like what he had to do.

"No, don't..." Helen Weiwei wanted to struggle with intuition.

Barry Greg reached out and opened her dark hair sticking to her face, and smirked her kiss on her lips. The face of the handsome face was full of unprecedented love: "This hall takes you to bathe."

After listening to this sentence, Helian Weiwei was born still.

Barry Greg reached out and hugged the man. It was not a handsome hug. Instead, she held her back like a pet, let her hang on her body, and then walked to the side to bathe. The room, which has been prepared with hot water, is full of four people's large wooden barrels filled with petals...

When Helen Weiwei just touched the hot water, he closed his eyes comfortably and heard him let her reach out.

The three Highnesses are never the masters who will serve the people. Even if they are not favored, he is also a valuable one. These things have never been done, but this has repeatedly broken the case in Helian Weiwei.

Helen Weiwei was allowed to wash and wipe her by the Bailijiajue, and she was like a cat.

Finally, I washed it out, and Helen Weiwei was already asleep. The eyelashes had a shadow on his face. It was probably very tired, and it was very well-behaved.

The face of the sleeping person looks good and quiet, the delicate corner of the mouth is slightly tilted, and Barry Gaard can't help but kiss and kiss. This time, she will never let her go again. This person can only be by his side...