Waking up again, Ning Xiaotong lay on the bed, and the red red on the chest was rubbed by the real silk sheet. The feeling of strangeness came, as if it was shot by electricity, with the thrill of friction.
Ning Xiaotong's throat seemed to be on fire, and he couldn't make a sound at all. He could only open his black and white eyes with big eyes, panting.
Huang Fuyu behind him seemed to be incomparable, and he was still grinding the point in his body.
Once again, although Ning Xiaotong felt that his spirit was already exhausted, he could not help but respond to his needs.
Finally, she was so tired that she was so weak, buried her head on the pillow, and completely lost her consciousness.
Seeing that the woman underneath was unbearable, he had finally passed out, Huang Fu's eyes were condensed a little bit, and finally came back to God. Oh, what did he do?
The emotions are all venting in love, so what about the woman he beloved? She is his lover, not his tool for venting emotions!
There was a touch of guilt in his heart. He turned over from the little pupil, put her body, and then pulled the clouds and covered her graceful body. Looking at the sleeping face, he took a deep breath, lightly, lightly, lightly
Get out of bed, put a pajamas at will, and walked out of the room.
On the balcony, he was lying in a lounge chair, looking up at the stars of the sky, lit a cigarette, and slowly spit out his eye circles.
In the green smoke, the man's handsome face floated with a touch of sadness.
Nympho
Huang Fuxi woke up early, and was habitually called Ning Xiaotong to get up in the morning, but was stopped by Frank, who was killed halfway.
There was a touch of uncomfortable in the eyes of Youlan's eyes, blocking in front of Huangfu, "They estimate that they have not got up."
Emperor Fuxi was clever, looking at Frank's abnormal look, and the pure eyes flashed clearly. After breakfast downstairs, he walked out with the wake -up.
He was holding his hands, walking on the tree -lined trail, and from time to time, he passed through the gentle birds, but the ringtone of the mobile phone sounded uncomfortably.
"Yes, Huangfu?" The other party asked a little hesitant.
After hearing the voice opposite, Huang Fu stunned, and then returned to normal.
It turned out to be Han Shaoqi's mother. How could she call her? Huang Fu's heart passed the doubts.
Han's mother paused, and said, "Can we meet? I have something to tell you."
Huang Fuxuan was silent for a moment, said, "Okay, do you say, where are you meeting?"
Following the mobile phone, Huang Fuxun flashed a little sadness in his heart.
Han mother rarely asked her. This time, I am afraid that it is for Han Shaoqi?
I don't know, what will she say to herself?
Nympho
Summer inflammation is when the scorching sun is at the time of time. There are very few people in coffee, quiet, soft and soothing music full of rooms.
As soon as Huang Fuxi came in, he saw Han's mother sitting at the window and beckoning her.
The thin light came in through the window, and dropped a little mottled on the table.
Huangfu's tender green chiffon shirt with white nine -point shorts, the whole person looks clean and refreshing.
She nodded towards the Korean mother, and then sat down on the opposite side.
Come over and bend slightly, "What do you want to order?"
Huangfu smiled, "A glass of boiled water, thank you."
Han's mother looked at the coffee in the cup, her eyes fell on Huangfuyu.