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Chapter 962 : What species do I belong to?

Yin Yijie came to my ear and sighed silently.

Unbuttoned the buttons and put me close to his chest. The two plethora were printed on his chest, and our elasticity was very good.

Well, it feels so weird, I just think that sleeping with such a hug is so creative and beautiful.

"Silly girl".

Yin Yijie bit my ear and yelled gently, lowered his head and kissed him for a while. I kept moaning softly, and he slowly went down and licked.[

I laughed, no one should have disturbed me at night.

He can finally get what he wants, and I can get what he wants too.

His body had begun to float, just like the person flying in the air in the magic of a living person.

Light, comfortable, cool

The body began to burn, and the heart was also burning.

Such sweet and perfect love is worth it.

Let him enter

"Silly girl"

Yin Yijie breathed heavily and withdrew his hand, but he did not let the person communicate with me.

When I fell down softly, he used the hand he took out of the water to enjoy himself.

He actually began to be passionate about this kind of game

Alas, his hands will definitely not be as comfortable as him.

However, I accepted it.

Men are the strangest animals.

When you are willing to give it to him, he doesn't want it again.

Or, he is still waiting for me to ask for it or even press it on his own initiative? Sweat it!

I definitely won't know that.

I'm used to accepting the arrangement, so I can let his mercy.

Take the initiative, never learnt.[

"I feel comfortable? Go to bed."

Yin Yijie hugged me again, and didn't go to wash it. He simply cleaned up and covered the quilt. We went to bed.

I don’t know what kind of breed I belong to. I was hugged by Yin Yijie like this and it was my first time sleeping naked. I could really fall asleep.

I really don’t know if I really trust him to a terrible level, or if I think I have left it to Yin Yijie, or if I am so happy in his arms.

When I was a child, I held a doll that others didn't want (it might have been picked up by my grandmother from the garbage dump and washed and sewed it), and I could have been secretly sweet for a long time.

Oh, that's accepted

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