Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency!

The quilt was usually intimately in contact with her. Now, with a little blockage, there is no close contact with Qi Chengzhi. Song Yu suddenly feels that he is not strong enough to turn around and turn over on the sofa. Just can't sleep.

The Qi Chengzhi in the bedroom is still worse than Song Yu.

I saw Song Yu standing in the doorway in his pajamas, and his body still had a fresh bathing smell. He was hard when he accidentally.

Now the picture of Song Yu wearing the pajamas station at the door is not controlled by him, and the fire is rushing upwards in the body of Qi Cheng.

Qi Chengzhi took a deep breath and pressed it, but the smell was the sweet fragrance of Song Yu.

Lying on her bed, covering her quilt, surrounded by her taste.

Qi Chengzhi had the feeling of digging a pit and giving himself a pit. Now it is simply looking for sin and can't suppress it.

He changed his face and buried his face in Song Yu's pillow and sniffed it, and there was her fragrance on it.

Qi Chengzhi paused, did not know what was thought of, the corner of his mouth curled up, his head began to linger on the pillow, squatting for a long time, smelling the pillow also stained his taste, to be satisfied.

But he still didn't stop, and he began to roll on the bed again, rolling from side to side.

Although she took a shower, she did not wash away the original fragrance of his men's perfume. At this time, the sheets and quilts were smashed by him, and I really smelled the faint men's fragrance on his body.

After rolling in bed for a long time, Qi Chengzhi finally stopped.

But I didn't know what I thought of, and I stretched my hand into the quilt. After a while, a pair of underwear was thrown out by him.

Then the limbs put the quilt tightly in his arms, and it was an all-nighter.

Smell the sheets, pillows and quilts on the middle of you, I have your taste mixed with the aroma of two people, Qi Chengzhi finally closed his eyes with satisfaction.

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Song Yu slept very comfortably. It was not like a sinister sofa. It seemed to be on a bed that he was familiar with. The mattress was soft, the quilt was fresh, and there was no taste of mothballs.

She felt that there was something wrapped around herself. Suddenly there was pressure from her body. It was not particularly heavy, but it was like a heavy wall that trapped her.

In the dream of Song Yu’s sleep, he reached out and pushed it. The soft hand felt like a silky smooth.

Her lips were also affixed with two pieces of soft, damp and re-heating so that her lips were like a constant current, and it was crispy.

"Well..." Song Yu’s proverb, I don’t know what dreams I’m doing, but this gentle feeling, let her subconsciously whisper, “Jianyi...”

This time the lip just opened, a hot and slippery broke into her mouth, fierce strength is no longer as gentle as before, but it is heavy and heavy, blocking her mouth full.

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Two more, warmly celebrate the first kiss ~ ~ seeking collection ~ ~

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