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Chapter 2057 : No Dreams Tonight 1

Yin Yijie's breathing became heavier, and he became a little confused. He started to do something and then spoke. He was anxious and eager, and he was so eager. He even ignored the fact that there were other people in the short distance. He seemed to be unable to wait, and he could not wait for a moment.

I kissed him deeply, and I kissed him too. I missed him and loved him. It was so easy to be together, how could I not have it well?

I don’t miss him because I don’t want him; how can I ban him?

I love him deeply, not only my heart, but also my body. I sit on a hard object and feel wet underneath.

Even though such a scene is not suitable for painting with lust, some things are always out of control, right?

Holding him, Yin Yijie moved down, my legs moved a little, half lying, hanging it around his neck, sucking him hard, I just wanted me, I also wanted it

"Yeah uh"

On the fullness, his big hands are tossing, skillful, familiar and comfortable. This is his touch, which is a height I have experienced in the bathtub but cannot reach, because of his existence, his caress, his hands,

Everything.

It feels so comfortable that in his palm, he can feel the full and excited jumping and greet his acquaintances.

The rough male voice in his ears is singing:

"Chrysanthemum ancient sword and wine were soaked in coffee into the hustle and bustling pavilion.

The Moon Kaiyuan event of the aliens worshipping the ancients in the Japanese altar is fascinating

The wind cannot dispel long hatred

Flowers can't dye their hometown hatred

Snow cannot reflect the mountains and rivers

The moon cannot be filled with ancient dreams

Along the palm lines, the fate is branded with fate tonight.

’cause-you-got-your-god-and-so-do-i

we-gotta-keep-on-lovin’

good,good,good,lovin’

make-love-on-my-dyin’-bed

we-gotta-stop-smokin’,stop,stop,stop,

i-mean-cigarette-smokin’

or-else-i-cough-myself-to-death[

and-to-make-love-to-you-baby

i-wouldn’t-even-have-the-breath

we-gotta-keep-movin’

keep-on-groovin’you-got-your-god-and-so-do-i

(The psychedelic rock music "midnightlightning" by the guitar god jimi-hendrix)

guli


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