National School Prince Is A Girl

"It's just not suitable here." Qin Mou put his forehead on the back of the boy's head and made the last recalcitrant. The sweat on the forehead and knees flowed from the good-looking chin to the hot temperature that had already burned to the neck: "Most. At least there is a bed, which will make you feel a little more comfortable. Although it is safer to unload your claws here, but I will not be reluctant to toss it all night."

Finished.

Qin Mo has got up and opened the lock.

The eyes of thin nine are hot and flushed by emotion.

When I realized what, the whole person had been swayed.

Qin Mo gave her jacket, straight legs.

The body under the white shirt is tall and strong.

The raindrops fell down and fell on his hair, but it didn't affect the halfness of his body.

When Zhang Wei looked at his young master and brought in people, he wanted to keep up, but after seeing the side face of Qin Mo, he retired silently.

The wall lamp is on and the light is very light.

Almost the second she was thrown into the bed.

I was deceived.

The coat was torn open and the shirt was soft and fit.

The hand pressed against her palm made her unable to move.

The glass window was not closed, and the wind came in and raised the pure white sand curtain.

Qin Mo did not give people the opportunity to escape.

The white shirt was half-open, and the rolled up hem was exposed to the teenager's waist.

The white scorpion is slender, just like he has imagined many times, and touches it. The touch is the ultimate flexibility. Under the twist, the curve of the waist is a shocking temptation.

Qin Mo smiled, so he fell on the bed with one knee, one hand clasped the lower jaw of the thin nine, the tip of the tongue penetrated, wrapped around the sucking.

That kind of kiss, no one can afford it.

The hand is still going down, kneading the place that is most likely to cause numbness.

In this respect, Bo Jiu could not become an opponent of Qin Mo. In the eyes, the spring water was fascinating, and he could not help but make a slight low dumb.

Qin Mo listened to a numbness, and the sensible string immediately broke down. She reached out and separated her leg. She never wanted to get a person like this.

The heartbeat is like a drum, and the soul is floating.

Especially when he saw the teenager's brow slightly twisted and his body twitched.

More is to want to completely possess her.

So that the predatory nature is fully exposed.

Especially when he saw that the boy was in his bed, the clothes were not faded, the black hair was messy, the left hand was still copied by him, but his body was as clean and cool as the bright jade, and the shallow absurdity was outlined. Abstinence stimulates the Qin desert, as if it were sucked in by the whirlpool, it cannot be contained.

Look at the pair of cockroaches.

Boji knows how she can't escape today.

There is no resistance point between the long legs.

The body is still scary.

Knowing what the great gods are playing, Thin Nine bites his lips, his consciousness is somewhat blurred, and all his perceptions seem to come from that series of numbness.

Only one point is clear.

It is impossible to find a knife hidden somewhere.

That would hurt the hand of the great god.

Thinking about it is just a relationship.

If this time, when she leaves, she can have a child who belongs to her and the great god.

It is not necessarily a bad thing.

After having an idea.

The thin nine is anti-customer, the wrist is hard, and the hand of Qin Mo is held down: "I don't like being too passive."

"Reassuring, will give you a chance to take the initiative." Qin Mo thin lips, a dangerous flame on the bottom of the eyes, laughed with a deep meaning.