VIP041: Change the posture so as not to hurt the fetus
[69 Book Bar-www.] Mo Qingwu wanted to laugh, but she still held it back.
"A long time ago, there was an ancient technique, the peach blossom array, inserting thousands of peaches into the soil according to the stars of a specific period. If they can survive and none of them wither, they can tie the birth date and horoscope of their beloved and their personal objects with red ropes.
If you are buried in the soil, even if you are enemies, you can still let go of your past grudges, repair your old things again, and get together."
The peach blossoms all over the slope, the fragrance hits,
It makes people unable to stand firm.
A broken peach petal fell on his head and then fell on his shoulders.
Feng Qianjue's hair scattered and hanged down. He raised his head slightly, looked at her with his eyes curled up, and raised his beautiful shape. Mo Qingwuxin suddenly jumped wildly, staring at him in a daze, and couldn't help but become stupid.
.
He pulled her sleeve and pulled it.
Mo Qingwu's whole body became weak and her feet were out of strength. She squatted down, hugged her legs, and said nothing.
"Wu'er..."
She said "yes".
The atmosphere is really good, and I don't know what to say.
He leaned over and kissed her face.
"What are you doing..." Mo Qingwu pulled away his sticky body and spread his hand that hooked his waist.
He smiled gently, his bright eyes were covered with mist, and he was even more charming. He didn't say a word, his hand was on her side, his hand was placed on her shoulder, and he pressed hard, and his whole body was bent down.
The faint body fragrance replaced the fragrance of peach blossoms around her, making her head a little dizzy.
"I want to bully you."
He seemed to be laughing, pecking her lips in a close and blowing air into her mouth, which made her unable to help but open...
With a "boom", he took her tongue in her mouth and sucked it gently.
Her back began to soften, and her whole body felt like an electric current was hitting her. Mo Qingwu heard her heartbeat, pounding... her hands and feet were sweating, but her whole body became hot.
Feng Qianjue gently bit her neck, and his voice became a little lazy; "We can't... like this... huh?" He said that, his hand had unbuttoned the strap she tied around her waist and reached into her
In her robe, the cold hands slowly stroked her waist and leaned upwards. Mo Qingwu couldn't help but take a breath and whispered: "You smelly phoenix Qianjue."
"I can't wait," his voice hoarsely, "Wu'er, you little fool, don't you know I'm an expert at using poison? Hurry up, let me touch...our child."
touch……
Mo Qingwu grabbed him and almost gritted her teeth, "Where are you touching this?"
The slender fingers touched the point on her chest, rubbed gently, held it with one hand, and a hot breath brushed through her ears. He smiled and said, "Not big."
Then, he looked up and looked at her sincerely, "I have to see if the child is eating enough in the future and whether he will be inadequate in nutrition."
I hate...
He smiled frivolously at her, and his hands slowly climbed up to her waist, hugging her gently into his arms.
Mo Qingwu had no choice but to deceive him in a hurry:
"You are becoming more and more unscrupulous, and you are going to be your father." She gently held his restless hand and asked pitifully, "You...didn't you really think about it now?"
"No." He smiled.
Mo Qingwu felt relieved and smiled.
He grabbed her hands with his backhand, hooked her forward, and pressed her on his body, soft and warm, and she hummed comfortably.
But what he said and did was completely different. He squinted his eyes and smiled kindly, and slowly stroked the inner side of his thighs along her waist with his hand...
He widened his eyes and met his smiling face that was as peaceful as the spring breeze in March.
Mo Qingwu shivered in high spirits.
Peach blossoms reflect the pink of most of the hillside, and the petals bloom very pretentiously...
The wind blew gently,
His eyes were also bent and he narrowed a lot.
Mo Qingwu opened her eyes vigilantly and sighed loudly.
Sure enough, his hand slid into her pants and touched her underwear. Through the thin fabric, he could vaguely feel his slender finger shape, rubbing slowly and slowly... his middle finger against the core of the hole, pressing slightly to test.
… “My baby, inside.”
A warm current spreading from the abdomen,
After hearing him say this, Mo Qingwu felt a heat and wet between her legs.
He gently scraped the wet material with his fingers, hugged her legs, and carefully took off his underwear... Mo Qingwu was panting and could not resist anything, looking at him with anger.
His eyes are long and his eyes are slightly bent.
He stared at her gently, as if with a look on his face, raised his eyebrows.
Mo Qingwu was instantly panicked, her face began to get slightly hot, and she had an unknown premonition...
really,
Mo Qingwu's body shook slightly and softened. He suddenly hugged her tightly, as if he was afraid of falling her, but a finger lifted her robe, stretched into her legs, and slid into her body fluids.
Her hole began to poke deep and shallowly.
Woo...
It's so hot, it hurts and feels a little comfortable.
This guy... had just finished digging the soil and washed his hands?
His breathing became hot, and his senses became sensitive by being driven. He smiled slightly, "You are so beautiful."
The sound of his tongue and lips sucking came, and the place where he sucked became numb and turned into a hot and wet place.
Mo Qingwu was hazy in her eyes, but she seemed to hear the sound of petals falling to the ground and the slightest sound of blooming.
"You said... can the baby feel me, my father?" His frivolous words blew in her ears, itchy, with deep love and pride of being a father.
His fingers were in a tight and hot place again, and he pushed it for a moment, and Qianqian exited...
Mo Qingwu only knew that if he continued like this, she would go crazy. Not to mention dad, he would not expect to see the sun tomorrow.
A rustling sound,
Feng Qianjue's noble pink robe slid from his body like water, with smooth and delicate skin. He hugged her from behind, grabbed her hand, picked up a smooth belt on the ground, and put it on her body, soft
Extremely.
Dry……
What is he doing?
"Change your position and don't hurt the fetus." He smiled slightly.
Mo Qingwu widened her eyes and watched him put his hands on a tree trunk, tied his hands together, and tied a knot with his belt.
The robe was loose and the underwear was taken off.
The cool wind made her feel a little awake, and Mo Qingwu almost cursed, "Stinky Feng Qianjue, please let me go... wu..."
With his lips and tongue wet, he kissed him so hard that his skills were getting better and better.
"You can only be mine if you are pregnant..." He said in a vague manner, "I want him to leave my breath."
His hands slid across her back, and the temperature and patterns in his palms truly reflected the deep attachment he showed. He slid down and groped... and stretched out her legs.