Just look at your eyes, you know, the Changshang shook his head, hooked his neck with both hands, the pink red lips, and a dragonfly a little water. He glanced on his lips.
The lips, from left to right, slowly swept it again.
A shaking head, the flowing long hair rippling with waves, showing the wild wildness. "Hey me."
"Um?"
Changshang raised his eyes: "That?"
Chang Mianxing was tight, and the tip of her tongue swept her lips gently. The whole person also stood up from the lounge chair, followed, and moved the dance step.
"Use your mouth!"
"Listen to you."
As you do, I often take the wine glass and drink in one bite. After that, I will make a simple dance step, lock her waist with one hand, and let her make a fulcrum with her own hands and press her back.
Immediately after that, his other hand, entrusted her back, captured her lips accurately, and wine with mouth.
Her toes were a little, her hands stretched out, and she circled Chang Mian's neck, and then supported the body with one foot, pressed all the weight of the body to his hand holding his waist.
The fragrant red wine was sent into her mouth little by little.
Chang Mian gathered and pulled her upper body slowly.
Under the hot music, the atmosphere is also burned with the fire.
His lips slipped into her ears, and he exhaled lowly: "Is it still?"
"Of course ..." She smiled lowly, an active demand, tongue penetrated into her mouth, sweeping the residual wine drip, and said, "I didn't taste enough."
"Then accompany the grandfather to dance, and the grandfather is happy, so you can enjoy your wine and drink;
Chang Chang blinked: "Is this different?"
"The difference is, gentle, or rude!"
She giggled, danced suddenly, pushed him gently, slipped under his feet, escaped his palm, and then smiled, smiling lips, fingertips gently, 啵 ...
Kiss!
Chang Mian pulled the bathrobe, throwing it, revealing a strong and strong chest, the tight waist, and the tall hips. With the music of the fast festival, chase her.
The waves, waves of waves surrounded by.
Soon, she became a person who couldn't escape from his palm again. He often breathed heavier. He stroked his skin with both hands, and the heat could not be faded.
"Changmian, wine ... I want to drink."
Chang Mian's lips whispered, with a teasing voice, rippling in her ears: "Do you want me to appreciate you or fill you?"
"You look at it."
Her boneless hand stopped at the place where his trousers belt, raised her head, with a bit of excitement and shameful expression, and called lowly: "You say, you want to enjoy me, or I still have to fill me ...
"
"Of course I want to ... irrigate you, haha!" Chang Mian squeezed her chin, slid her to the low table, holding the remaining half bottle of red wine, directly facing her mouth, not irrigation, but not irrigation, but
It's poured!
Changshang is busy hiding.
But it's too late.
At this time, the man was the worst. Where would he let her hide, and she poured her a big mouth with her chin overbearing, so that she had coughed her clothes.
"you…………"
She wants to sue, but Chang Mian does not give her a chance, "Is it good? Do you want it?"
"Woohoo, Changmian, you are a bad guy." She just wanted to pretend to be drunk, but she didn't plan to be drunk by him.