Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

Looking at Miss Six who was wearing a veil in front of her, An Sheng couldn't help but want to take it off. www>

But being blocked by Luo Yiran's hand, her charming eyes were full of temptation.

An Sheng breathed a burst of rapidity, and the two bodies walked back and forth like this.

This is Luo Yiran's boudoir, and generally no one dares to come in. Miss Six's temper is well known, bad temper, irritable, and aggressive.

Pressing Luo Yiran on the table, the two of them fell down, and all the things on the table fell to the ground. [

Although I have seen a lot of erotic pictures and heard a lot from the old lady, Luo Yiran's heart is still thumping.

The man's hand was constantly moving around her body, constantly provoking her into the mist, this feeling made her very comfortable, strange and irritating.

She had long forgotten who the man beside her was, and vaguely regarded this man as another man, the man who made her dream, the handsome and extraordinary Ye Wangye.

Looking at Miss Six's blurred eyes below him, An Sheng couldn't help it anymore, and directly probed Luo Yiran's pair of proud peaks with his big hand.

Luo Yiran's body is very predictable, front-convex-back-up, looking at it makes people infinitely imaginative.

Seeing the heavy breathing of the woman below her, her hands were constantly groping on An Sheng's body. An Sheng wanted to take off her veil, but when her hands were in mid-air, she slowly put them down.

Such Miss Six is ​​even more beautiful and enchanting.

When his fingers landed on the buttons on Luo Yiran's chest, An Sheng quickly undid them one by one without hesitation, and slowly took off his coat.

The white skin and the pair of little white rabbits were revealed, and the hands covering them were just right, not too big or too small, slowly kneading, and the body of the person under him twisted more cheerfully.

Pulling An Sheng's body, An Sheng pressed down, biting Luo's still beautiful collarbone.

"Well, ah, ah."

The screams continued, and Luo Yiran's whole body was almost stripped naked by An Sheng.

His eyes are becoming more and more confused, he has long been immersed in the vortex of desire, and has long lost a trace of reason.

Hugging Luo Yiran up from the table, when passing by the window, a gust of cool wind blew straight in from outside the window, this cool wind cleared Luo Yiran's mind a bit.

Turning his eyes, he saw that his whole body was naked, and An Sheng hugged him tightly.