"Haha, I'm just joking. Don't be angry. In fact, your feet are different in their own way. Hers is plumper and feels more fleshy, while yours is slender and white, and looks more sexy -------" Qian Jun smiled faintly. , quickly explained the advantages and disadvantages of their feet.
"Really?" Zhang Meng's eyes suddenly brightened, as if another light suddenly came on in the big basketball court.
"Of course. I have lived for more than twenty years and have never told a lie." Qian Jun nodded very seriously.
"Humph, you have some conscience." Zhang Meng raised her little head proudly. Then she giggled and said: "My butt hurts. I want to go down, you have to catch me---- -"
Qian Jun quickly glanced at Zhang Meng's panties again and said: "Okay. You dance. I will follow you."
Qian Jun opened his hands below, Zhang Meng saw the direction correctly, stretched out his hands, and jumped into Qian Jun's arms.
When Qian Jun was about to put her down, she had no intention of coming down at all. Her legs were sandwiched between Qian Jun's legs, and her hands were around his neck. Before Qian Jun could ask, she put her little mouth to his. He came over and kissed Qian Jun on the nose...
Qian Jun almost laughed out loud. Is there such an idiot woman?
She must have wanted to kiss her mouth, but she was too nervous and had no practical knowledge in this area, so she found the wrong place. When Qian Jun was about to remind her to move down, his mouth had already been touched by a warm kiss. The warm and moist place was covered, and then a small snake, which was smooth and slightly sweet, got into the mouth.
While both Bing and Di have good lung capacity, every time Qian Jun kisses other women, they will be out of breath and have to push him away. However, Zhang Meng, who has no skills, can fight Qian Jun in terms of endurance. They were evenly matched. The two of them kept kissing for several minutes before stopping.
Zhang Meng's body was still hanging on Qian Jun's body. He raised his head, stuck out his tongue, wrinkled his delicate eyebrows, and said, "Why does your mouth smell like wine?"
"Of course it tastes like alcohol, but the cola taste is bad." Qian Jun squinted his eyes and looked at the cute face and her delicate facial features close at hand, and said with a smile.
"You're cocked."
"You're wet."
"Put me down," Zhang Meng said. Qian Jun did not refuse and put her on the ground.
Zhang Meng grabbed Qian Jun's hand and said, "Follow me."
Is it too hasty? This was Qian Jun's first feeling.
Qian Jun suddenly stopped. Zhang Meng took Qian Jun's hand and walked toward the lower left corner of the court. He felt that he couldn't pull him behind him, so he turned around and asked, "Why don't you leave?"
"Where are we going?" Qian Jun asked with a smile.
"Go where we should go." Zhang Meng grabbed Qian Jun's arm with both hands and urged, "Hurry up."