Chapter 235 Complex Transaction Seven

I couldn't let go and kissed me to the door, and I didn't know how to walk in which direction the wallpaper was hitting or what color the surroundings were. Finally, I was hugged and helped me stand still.side by side.

You lowered your head and looked at the hand with a calm face expressionless face and entered the disposable latch password. The strips were in the other hand, and they didn't look.

Then the electronic prompt sound is very light, very light, with a certain rhythm, like a vulgar prelude melody belonging to a bad street song.Five sounds, one sound.The door bolt bounced open half an inch.

You didn't look up, and you grabbed the man's front with your intuition, kicked the door, pulled the person up and went into the house, pressed the other party against the door panel and hit the door with force, grabbed the collar and forced the tall man to lean over, bit on the lower lip, the electronic door latch of the password fell, and the five sounds reversed, and a drip.

Lick, suck and bite, try to stir and exchange saliva.

You stretched your arms and hooked your neck to pull the person lower, pressed against your frizzy sideburns and pinched the edge of your sunglasses, half lifted and half removed, pressed your hair and pushed it on your head.

The silver-white eyelashes shook, and there was a sea behind them.

You separated a little distance and gasped with one hand holding the man's side face. The spit on his lower lip was broken into liquid beads, falling a little warm and cool.

He was hooked around his waist, almost lifted it up horizontally, and threw it onto the bed.

The distinctive soft bed in the Lover Hotel made a creak, and the mattress spring sounded sharply.

You pushed away your hair scattered in front of your face, supported your elbows and stared at the other side of the bed with both elbows and moved backwards, giving up the landing position to the giant.

You see, the man bent his fingers, hooked up his half-unfallable sunglasses and threw them on the low table in the entrance hall, curled up the corner of his mouth, pulled the black collar with his chin, took off a hidden buckle, unzipped the zipper, exposed the black T shirt in his uniform that was close to the muscles.

The edge of the hem of the top swayed backwards as the movement trends, revealing a little belt edge and crotch that had been covered by clothes.

His lateral head and spine movements, synovial joints are fine and cannot be heard twice.The movement was not too fast and slow, and his hand was covering the belt buckle and silently seemed to be muffled.

You take a slow and deep breath to adjust, sit up and crawl on the bed towards the end of the bed.

He supported his arms and raised his neck, held the head of the trouser chain with his teeth and tips, leaned down on his waist, pulled his mouth to the bottom, then raised his eyes to look at the man to confirm and provoke.

I smiled and looked gentle and satisfied.His eyes narrowed.Those eyes.

His hands were hooked against the flesh-tongued mouth, and Bai Zhan’s hips and groin was brighter than the back of your hand. You took off your underwear several inches while touching it.

Then he subconsciously leaned back and avoided a little. His half-erenched penis had just been peeled out and flicked straight onto his face.

You gasped and looked further away.

I thought I had been hard on the car before I could touch such a big bag.

There was still a smile on his face.

The smile that was perfunctory and casually dealing with the sloppy and sloppy, and the eyes and lips were symbolically narrowed into a line, as if it was saying that that's the case. Then half a second later, the smile was retracted, and the curve of the corners of the mouth returned to normal, as if it was saying that if you can't afford to play, don't play.

He shivered.

In most cases, male courtship female selections in the animal world have the concept of reproductive adaptation. If it is not suitable, change it, and if it is not suitable, change it until it is tightly fitted until the best option.

The invisible sense of oppression originating from biological instinct is like the unstoppable moon-induced tide, surging from an indescribable source to sweeping overwhelmingly covering everything.

Perverted murderer, nothing wrong.That's what instinct says.

Heaven Ah, if you have to be fully erect, you will not be fucked to death.

Why is it so shameless? You can just take off your pants directly, but you are so troubled that you can use a good look to seduce people. Tsk, you're so polite.

I didn't even do this on the string. Before I died, I had to feel regretful, sucking oxygen, coughing phlegm.

So what sociality says.

Fuck it.

As an ant with a very high degree of socialization, you lower your head, hold your genitals with one hand and hold it with your lips, touch your lips as if it is not touching a little bit of the stem, and tentatively put it deep in your mouth.

Then he was suddenly grabbed by his hair.The whole body almost knelt on the other party because of the sudden force pulling forward, and the glans was pressing against the throat of the tongue.

Mouth, close it.

He said.