Song Jia only felt that a breath that was exactly the same as last time was transmitted from her skin to her wounds. Song Jia could clearly feel that as the energy surged into her body, the pain gradually subsided, and the warm breath quickly spread to her body, making Song Jia feel that her whole body was quickly immersed in a hot spring, and her whole body was lazy and felt an indescribable comfort.
But this feeling did not satisfy Song Jia, because as this familiar aura poured into her body, Song Jia immediately thought of the wonderful and exciting feeling that Qi Huan brought to herself last time. Thinking of the happiness that made her feel like she was trapped in the clouds, Song Jia's heart couldn't help but pound.
But unfortunately, this energy was not as expected by the beautiful female coach, as the plump and plump little mouth that was tightly wrapped around her close clothes, as the charming female coach expected, but was only spreading throughout her body.
She had clearly felt that breath, but the breath was not as good as her intention to attack the part that her body needed the most, but was just wandering aimlessly, treating her waist injury. The gap between ideals and reality makes this beautiful female coach satisfied?
However, although Song Jia was very eager for Qi Huan to attack her plump and plump mouth wrapped in her close clothes like last time, she couldn't say it. She could only lie there, motionless, and secretly resented Qi Huan's incomprehensible charm in her heart.
As the feeling of being soaked in a hot spring became more and more obvious, Song Jia felt that her waist injury not only stopped hurting, but also had a feeling of strength. At this moment, the pores in her body seemed to be relaxed comfortably under the stimulation. In sharp contrast, the plump and plump mouth, which was tightly wrapped in her close clothes between her two retreats, had become extremely empty. Song Jia could even feel that because of that emptiness and loneliness, her lips, which were originally closed together, have now opened slightly, sending a message of desire to herself.
This little bad guy was very brave when he was on the grass and just in the office. He dared to seize every opportunity to tease me and take advantage of me. But now, why is he so brave? He has obviously put his hands on my waist, why is his courage getting smaller? Really, don’t he know that if he teases me again, I will not only not blame him, but also like him tightly.
Oh, no, this shouldn't be the timid little villain. During the treatment just now, he had already said that he would never touch me during the treatment process. Could it be that he really did not touch me in order to keep his promise to me and not touch me? What should I do? I have to remind this little villain, otherwise, I will have to die.
Thinking of this, Song Jia's heart couldn't help but pound. While resisting the loneliness and emptiness from her plump and plump little mouth that was tightly wrapped around her close clothes, she quickly turned her thoughts in her mind, thinking about what office to use to express her intention of not mind Qi Huan's teasing without revealing her traces.
Qi Huan didn't know what the charming and beautiful female coach was thinking now. Instead, she was using her Yin-Yang magic to treat Song Jia's waist injury, while wandering on a plump and elastic beauty hall tightly wrapped in tight shorts. He comforted himself in his heart. He just slapped Song Jia's body with his eyes, and did not tease Song Jia's body. This should not be considered a violation of his promise.
Song Jia's body was so tempting. Qi Huan admired her back, which was full of seductive figure, and her breathing became slightly more rapid, especially when he saw Song Jia's plump and plump mouth, which was tightly wrapped between her two retreats, could not help but show a bit of hot gaze in her eyes. The gaze seemed to be like a sharp sword that could pierce her shorts and penetrate into the depths of the beautiful female secretary with charming charming body.
Just as Qi Huan gave this tempting beauty, she was a little nervous and was secretly regretting why she had to impulse to promise Song Jia not to tease her during treatment, so that when she was now restricted and could only stare at her, Song Jia's voice suddenly rang: Xiao Huan, your position is a bit wrong.
When Qi Huan heard Song Jia say this, she was stunned and quickly came back to her senses from her random thoughts. After retracting her energy, Qi Huan said: Sister Song, why is it wrong? Didn’t you just talk about this place? Why isn’t it now?
Qi Huan didn't know that Song Jia felt extremely empty and loneliness in her plump and plump little mouth tightly wrapped between her two retreats, so she used this method to imply that Qi Huan could boldly tease herself, so she asked such a question. When Song Jia heard Qi Huan ask such a question in discomfort, her pretty face that could be broken by a snap of her fingers couldn't help but turn red slightly. While she was secretly hating her heart, it was impossible to tell Qi Huan the truth, so Song Jia could only vaguely say: Oh, it seemed that she was there just now, but now, she felt something was wrong. You, please try moving your hand. If you find the right place, I will tell you again.
When Qi Huan heard Song Jia say this, she believed it and began to move on Song Jia's soft and slender waist again. While moving, she asked Song Jia if it was here and if it was here. Song Jia saw Qi Huan's hand moving around the palm-sized place of her waist. She secretly hated her teeth itched, but she was still slightly aware of Qi Huan's incomprehension and helpless.
Song Jia felt that as Qi Huan's hand pressed on her waist and was unable to pour the force into her body, the feeling of emptiness and loneliness in her plump and plump little mouth tightly wrapped around her close clothes became more and more obvious.
On several occasions, Song Jia felt that Qi Huan's palm had slowly moved to a plump and elastic beauty hall that was tightly wrapped in tight shorts. The skin between her palm seemed to have moved to the edge of her beauty hall. In this case, Song Jia thought that Qi Huan had understood her hint and waited with anticipation.
But unfortunately, Qi Huan immediately moved his hand away, causing the wish of the charming and beautiful female coach to rise and fall again and again. In the alternation of hope and disappointment, Song Jia gradually became a little impatient.
Finally, after Qi Huan moved her palm away from the edge of her beautiful palace again and brought her a feeling of disappointment again, the charming and beautiful female secretary could no longer help it. She stretched out a hand and guided Qi Huan's hand to the edge of the round and perky beautiful palace that was tightly wrapped in her shorts, and then she whispered: Xiao Huan, it seems, it seems that it is here, you, try it with some strength.
When Qi Huan saw that Song Jia had guided her hand to her round and perky beautiful palace, she couldn't help but be stunned. Didn't Song Jia say that she had a wound on her waist just now, how could she guide her hand to this place? It seems that it has greatly exceeded the range of her waist. Thinking of this, Qi Huan couldn't help but move slightly in her heart, subconsciously lifted her body slightly, and looked at Song Jia's face.
Unfortunately, Song Jia was lying on her side facing the sofa, so Qi Huan could not see Song Jia's face, but Qi Huan found an important message, that is, the white jade-like neck of this beautiful female coach was like a layer of red gauze. Seeing this, Qi Huan's mouth showed a slight undetectable evil smile.
If Song Jia really wanted to give her massage to treat her waist injury, how could she even turn red on the base of her neck? Now she was just pressing her hands on her waist without making any moves to tease her.
Combined with the fact that Song Jia took the initiative to extend her hand to guide her hand to the plump and elastic beautiful palace that was tightly wrapped in her close-fitting clothes, Qi Huan could vaguely guess that Song Jia seemed a little unwilling to be lonely and was using this special way to imply that she could tease her.
Thinking of this, how could Qi Huan not show that evil smile? In order to prove his judgment, Qi Huan moved his hand again, making his palm cover directly on the plump and elastic palace peak of the charming and beautiful female coach. He also deliberately asked: Sister Song, is this place?
Now Qi Huan's palm has completely left Song Jia's waist. After Song Jia heard Qi Huan's question, the palace peak under Qi Huan's palm became obviously stiff. After a while, Song Jia nodded, indicating that Qi Huan had already been in the right position.
Song Jia couldn't feel that Qi Huan's big hand was pressing on the plump and sturdy palace peak that was tightly wrapped around her shorts. After hearing Qi Huan's question, Song Jia secretly hated Qi Huan and said that his master's obvious hint, could Qi Huan not understand his own affairs?
Since Qi Huan already knows it, she still has to ask herself that way, that is clearly teasing herself and wants to not answer Qi Huan's words. However, the charming and beautiful female secretary was afraid that she would not answer, so Qi Huan would take her hand away from her temple peak again.
If this happens, the opportunity he finally mustered up the courage to create will be wasted. He will definitely not have the courage to do other actions that hint Qi Huan. Thinking of the loneliness and emptiness that came from his plump and plump little mouth tightly wrapped between his two retreats, Song Jia did not dare to take this risk, so although he was secretly resentful to Qi Huan, he still nodded, which was tormenting Qi Huan's words.
Hearing Song Jia's nod, Qi Huan became more confident in her judgment. The smirk at the corner of her mouth slowly expanded. She used a slight force on one hand. Song Jia only felt that a familiar energy emanated from Qi Huan's hand again and rushed into her body. The familiar aura, as if she knew Song Jia's body structure, rushed straight towards Song Jia's retreat.
Suddenly, the charming and beautiful female coach felt that a sensational and stimulating feeling came from her plump and plump little mouth that was tightly wrapped around her close-fitting clothes. Finally, she felt the feeling that she could not forget again. Song Jia felt excited in her heart, and her eyes became a little wet. At this time, she suddenly felt how worthwhile the hint she had just made regardless of the shyness of women.
Qi Huan's hand was placed on the plump and elastic palace that was tightly wrapped in Song Jia's tight skirt. The warm and tension-filled feeling emitted from it made Qi Huan gasp. Qi Huan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Qi Huan felt that although there was a layer of clothes, he could still clearly feel that the skin on Song Jia's palace was so smooth and delicate, which made people love it.
What's even more deadly is that Qi Huan felt that with a slight effort on his hand, the thick and juicy palace peak would sank slightly downwards. As long as his hand slightly raised, the palace peak that pressed him down seemed to be reluctant to leave, and immediately rebounded back, making his palms tightly close to Song Jia's palace peak. The feeling was simply wonderful.
Because his hand was placed on Song Jia's palace peak, Qi Huan's palm was very close to Song Jia's plump and plump mouth tightly wrapped around her close clothes, so close that she could almost clearly feel the warm breath emitted from that place. Under that stimulation, Qi Huan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and a part of her body became hard as iron.
But this feeling did not satisfy Song Jia, because as this familiar aura poured into her body, Song Jia immediately thought of the wonderful and exciting feeling that Qi Huan brought to herself last time. Thinking of the happiness that made her feel like she was trapped in the clouds, Song Jia's heart couldn't help but pound.
But unfortunately, this energy was not as expected by the beautiful female coach, as the plump and plump little mouth that was tightly wrapped around her close clothes, as the charming female coach expected, but was only spreading throughout her body.
She had clearly felt that breath, but the breath was not as good as her intention to attack the part that her body needed the most, but was just wandering aimlessly, treating her waist injury. The gap between ideals and reality makes this beautiful female coach satisfied?
However, although Song Jia was very eager for Qi Huan to attack her plump and plump mouth wrapped in her close clothes like last time, she couldn't say it. She could only lie there, motionless, and secretly resented Qi Huan's incomprehensible charm in her heart.
As the feeling of being soaked in a hot spring became more and more obvious, Song Jia felt that her waist injury not only stopped hurting, but also had a feeling of strength. At this moment, the pores in her body seemed to be relaxed comfortably under the stimulation. In sharp contrast, the plump and plump mouth, which was tightly wrapped in her close clothes between her two retreats, had become extremely empty. Song Jia could even feel that because of that emptiness and loneliness, her lips, which were originally closed together, have now opened slightly, sending a message of desire to herself.
This little bad guy was very brave when he was on the grass and just in the office. He dared to seize every opportunity to tease me and take advantage of me. But now, why is he so brave? He has obviously put his hands on my waist, why is his courage getting smaller? Really, don’t he know that if he teases me again, I will not only not blame him, but also like him tightly.
Oh, no, this shouldn't be the timid little villain. During the treatment just now, he had already said that he would never touch me during the treatment process. Could it be that he really did not touch me in order to keep his promise to me and not touch me? What should I do? I have to remind this little villain, otherwise, I will have to die.
Thinking of this, Song Jia's heart couldn't help but pound. While resisting the loneliness and emptiness from her plump and plump little mouth that was tightly wrapped around her close clothes, she quickly turned her thoughts in her mind, thinking about what office to use to express her intention of not mind Qi Huan's teasing without revealing her traces.
Qi Huan didn't know what the charming and beautiful female coach was thinking now. Instead, she was using her Yin-Yang magic to treat Song Jia's waist injury, while wandering on a plump and elastic beauty hall tightly wrapped in tight shorts. He comforted himself in his heart. He just slapped Song Jia's body with his eyes, and did not tease Song Jia's body. This should not be considered a violation of his promise.
Song Jia's body was so tempting. Qi Huan admired her back, which was full of seductive figure, and her breathing became slightly more rapid, especially when he saw Song Jia's plump and plump mouth, which was tightly wrapped between her two retreats, could not help but show a bit of hot gaze in her eyes. The gaze seemed to be like a sharp sword that could pierce her shorts and penetrate into the depths of the beautiful female secretary with charming charming body.
Just as Qi Huan gave this tempting beauty, she was a little nervous and was secretly regretting why she had to impulse to promise Song Jia not to tease her during treatment, so that when she was now restricted and could only stare at her, Song Jia's voice suddenly rang: Xiao Huan, your position is a bit wrong.
When Qi Huan heard Song Jia say this, she was stunned and quickly came back to her senses from her random thoughts. After retracting her energy, Qi Huan said: Sister Song, why is it wrong? Didn’t you just talk about this place? Why isn’t it now?
Qi Huan didn't know that Song Jia felt extremely empty and loneliness in her plump and plump little mouth tightly wrapped between her two retreats, so she used this method to imply that Qi Huan could boldly tease herself, so she asked such a question. When Song Jia heard Qi Huan ask such a question in discomfort, her pretty face that could be broken by a snap of her fingers couldn't help but turn red slightly. While she was secretly hating her heart, it was impossible to tell Qi Huan the truth, so Song Jia could only vaguely say: Oh, it seemed that she was there just now, but now, she felt something was wrong. You, please try moving your hand. If you find the right place, I will tell you again.
When Qi Huan heard Song Jia say this, she believed it and began to move on Song Jia's soft and slender waist again. While moving, she asked Song Jia if it was here and if it was here. Song Jia saw Qi Huan's hand moving around the palm-sized place of her waist. She secretly hated her teeth itched, but she was still slightly aware of Qi Huan's incomprehension and helpless.
Song Jia felt that as Qi Huan's hand pressed on her waist and was unable to pour the force into her body, the feeling of emptiness and loneliness in her plump and plump little mouth tightly wrapped around her close clothes became more and more obvious.
On several occasions, Song Jia felt that Qi Huan's palm had slowly moved to a plump and elastic beauty hall that was tightly wrapped in tight shorts. The skin between her palm seemed to have moved to the edge of her beauty hall. In this case, Song Jia thought that Qi Huan had understood her hint and waited with anticipation.
But unfortunately, Qi Huan immediately moved his hand away, causing the wish of the charming and beautiful female coach to rise and fall again and again. In the alternation of hope and disappointment, Song Jia gradually became a little impatient.
Finally, after Qi Huan moved her palm away from the edge of her beautiful palace again and brought her a feeling of disappointment again, the charming and beautiful female secretary could no longer help it. She stretched out a hand and guided Qi Huan's hand to the edge of the round and perky beautiful palace that was tightly wrapped in her shorts, and then she whispered: Xiao Huan, it seems, it seems that it is here, you, try it with some strength.
When Qi Huan saw that Song Jia had guided her hand to her round and perky beautiful palace, she couldn't help but be stunned. Didn't Song Jia say that she had a wound on her waist just now, how could she guide her hand to this place? It seems that it has greatly exceeded the range of her waist. Thinking of this, Qi Huan couldn't help but move slightly in her heart, subconsciously lifted her body slightly, and looked at Song Jia's face.
Unfortunately, Song Jia was lying on her side facing the sofa, so Qi Huan could not see Song Jia's face, but Qi Huan found an important message, that is, the white jade-like neck of this beautiful female coach was like a layer of red gauze. Seeing this, Qi Huan's mouth showed a slight undetectable evil smile.
If Song Jia really wanted to give her massage to treat her waist injury, how could she even turn red on the base of her neck? Now she was just pressing her hands on her waist without making any moves to tease her.
Combined with the fact that Song Jia took the initiative to extend her hand to guide her hand to the plump and elastic beautiful palace that was tightly wrapped in her close-fitting clothes, Qi Huan could vaguely guess that Song Jia seemed a little unwilling to be lonely and was using this special way to imply that she could tease her.
Thinking of this, how could Qi Huan not show that evil smile? In order to prove his judgment, Qi Huan moved his hand again, making his palm cover directly on the plump and elastic palace peak of the charming and beautiful female coach. He also deliberately asked: Sister Song, is this place?
Now Qi Huan's palm has completely left Song Jia's waist. After Song Jia heard Qi Huan's question, the palace peak under Qi Huan's palm became obviously stiff. After a while, Song Jia nodded, indicating that Qi Huan had already been in the right position.
Song Jia couldn't feel that Qi Huan's big hand was pressing on the plump and sturdy palace peak that was tightly wrapped around her shorts. After hearing Qi Huan's question, Song Jia secretly hated Qi Huan and said that his master's obvious hint, could Qi Huan not understand his own affairs?
Since Qi Huan already knows it, she still has to ask herself that way, that is clearly teasing herself and wants to not answer Qi Huan's words. However, the charming and beautiful female secretary was afraid that she would not answer, so Qi Huan would take her hand away from her temple peak again.
If this happens, the opportunity he finally mustered up the courage to create will be wasted. He will definitely not have the courage to do other actions that hint Qi Huan. Thinking of the loneliness and emptiness that came from his plump and plump little mouth tightly wrapped between his two retreats, Song Jia did not dare to take this risk, so although he was secretly resentful to Qi Huan, he still nodded, which was tormenting Qi Huan's words.
Hearing Song Jia's nod, Qi Huan became more confident in her judgment. The smirk at the corner of her mouth slowly expanded. She used a slight force on one hand. Song Jia only felt that a familiar energy emanated from Qi Huan's hand again and rushed into her body. The familiar aura, as if she knew Song Jia's body structure, rushed straight towards Song Jia's retreat.
Suddenly, the charming and beautiful female coach felt that a sensational and stimulating feeling came from her plump and plump little mouth that was tightly wrapped around her close-fitting clothes. Finally, she felt the feeling that she could not forget again. Song Jia felt excited in her heart, and her eyes became a little wet. At this time, she suddenly felt how worthwhile the hint she had just made regardless of the shyness of women.
Qi Huan's hand was placed on the plump and elastic palace that was tightly wrapped in Song Jia's tight skirt. The warm and tension-filled feeling emitted from it made Qi Huan gasp. Qi Huan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Qi Huan felt that although there was a layer of clothes, he could still clearly feel that the skin on Song Jia's palace was so smooth and delicate, which made people love it.
What's even more deadly is that Qi Huan felt that with a slight effort on his hand, the thick and juicy palace peak would sank slightly downwards. As long as his hand slightly raised, the palace peak that pressed him down seemed to be reluctant to leave, and immediately rebounded back, making his palms tightly close to Song Jia's palace peak. The feeling was simply wonderful.
Because his hand was placed on Song Jia's palace peak, Qi Huan's palm was very close to Song Jia's plump and plump mouth tightly wrapped around her close clothes, so close that she could almost clearly feel the warm breath emitted from that place. Under that stimulation, Qi Huan couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and a part of her body became hard as iron.
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