Wen Xin breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted to pat her chest with lingering fear, but found that her chest was tightly pressed against Zhuo Yifan's strong chest, and the two high lumps on her chest were even more squeezed.
, has been deformed. Because Zhuo Yifan was wet all over, and a large area of the shirt on his chest was stained. The white shirt immediately clung to the skin on his chest, outlining two round and hot balls.
curve.
Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but widen his eyes, while Wen Xin looked ashamed.
"Be careful, you have to be careful when you walk, or I'll be sorry for your name!" Zhuo Yifan chuckled, then let go of Wen Xin, pulled the towel aside, and began to wipe his wet body.
"You..." As soon as Wen Xin came back to her senses, she saw Zhuo Yifan's naked lower body changing again. The thing that was still soft and limp now returned to the posture of a pillar holding up the sky, and his head was even more...
He is shiny and shiny, standing tall and erect, as if he is a general reviewing the troops of the three armed forces. How can he still look as limp as before?
Seeing Wen Xin staring at him in surprise, Zhuo Yifan followed her gaze and understood immediately. He couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Is Xiaoxin interested in it again? If you want to
Touch it, I don’t mind!”[
Wen Xin wanted to look away, and she wanted to refuse, but her eyes seemed to be frozen, staring at the swollen and hard thing and reluctant to let go. Moreover, the words in her mouth turned into questions: "
Can you really touch it?"
Zhuo Yifan was overjoyed. This girl had a chance to compete with Song Zixin! At first, Xin Yatou was watching Taiwanese blockbusters to help her with oral exercises! If she could be carefully trained, she might be even better than Xin Yatou! Thinking of this
, Comrade Xiaofan underneath actually straightened up again, and the trend became higher and higher.
"Of course! She belongs to you!" Zhuo Yifan said with a smile.
Like a curious baby, Wen Xin stretched out her little hand and grabbed Comrade Xiaofan. But when she was about to touch him, she hesitated again. Zhuo Yifan looked at it and smiled bitterly in his heart, and suddenly
He pinched Wen Xin's wrist and pressed it towards Comrade Xiaofan.
Wen Xin let out a sweet cry. Just when she was about to blame Zhuo Yifan for scaring her, she felt that her palms suddenly became hot, as if she was holding a burned stick. She swallowed the words as soon as they reached her mouth.
Going down, he immediately looked at his little hand.
I saw that Xiao Fan, who was originally high and stiff, was now being held by his little hand. Unfortunately, it was too long and thick, and one hand could only hold one third of it!
"So big!" Wen Xin swallowed the smear and exclaimed in surprise.
"Now you know he is older?" Zhuo Yifan laughed and said.
"Ah!" Wen Xin finally came to her senses, quickly let go of Zhuo Yifan, and escaped from the bathroom with a pretty face.
Zhuo Yifan didn't stop him, he laughed and wiped himself clean, then walked out of the bathroom, only to see that Wen Xin was already lying on the bed, with her head buried in the pillow.
Wen Xin had an indescribable weird feeling in her heart. She was curious, afraid, and even more confused about that magical little stick! How could that thing, which was originally soft, suddenly grow so big? And it's still like this
It was so hard. Thinking that it was actually going to penetrate her body, Wen Xin's delicate body trembled slightly, and she became a little scared. She actually did such a shameful thing today, and she was so embarrassed that she didn't even see Zhuo Yifan.&l;r
