The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

In the hot spring near the castle, at this moment, Tian Junhao was lazily enjoying the comfort brought by the heat of the hot spring.

A certain pitiful little woman was kneeling behind him, rubbing his back vigorously.

An Ying pouted, scoundrel, really enjoy it!

Why is she the one who rubs his back, but he is the one who enjoys it?

Unconvinced, An Ying wanted to argue for a while. [

So he went on strike directly, ran to sit down in front of Tian Junhao, threw back the towel in his hand, and said delicately:

"Honey, my hands are so sore, you should rub my back too!"

Tian Junhao stared at her smooth and white back with peach blossom eyes, gave a smirk, and took the towel in her hand.

"Okay then, I'll give my wife a rub too."

Then, just as An Ying closed her eyes and was comfortably waiting for a certain man's service.

The two were restless, and suddenly stretched out from behind, covering her full breasts, and slowly kneaded them.

"Honey, are you comfortable?"

An Ying's heart trembled, and she blushed, "It's back rubbing, husband, it's back rubbing!" Not here.

Tian Junhao pressed up from behind, An Ying was trapped in his arms, and his hot nose sprayed on her side face.

He gave a low and smirk: "Don't worry, I'll rub your whole body, start from here, uh?"

"Hee hee, husband, let me rub your back instead!"

"My wife's hands are sore, and I will feel distressed if I work too hard. Husband should do it."

Tian Junhao embraced An Ying's earlobe, and continued to knead An Ying.

He must make a good husband so low, how can he tire his precious heart.

"Well... husband, it's not here, don't go down."

An Ying's face flushed with shame, where was he rubbing it?

"Baby, when will you give me a little BB? I can't wait to plant ten or eight for you."

Tian Junhao kissed her earlobe and neck delicately, all the way down the kiss, his breath became hotter and hotter, and his hands kept going down restlessly.

An Ying was gnawed and softened by him, and finally softened into his arms, "Well...husband... let's have one, just one? OK?" [

no! ! "Ten!" Not one less.