The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

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Salty pig hand? !

Nan Siju thought of the softness that he had just accidentally touched, although it was small, but the feel was good.

He was so swallowed that he had swallowed his mouth and felt that his body was hot.

"Your is not as big as mine, it is necessary to be worthy of me to start?!" South Secretary's long eyelashes trembled slightly, saying something insincere, but also brought a bit of disgusting meaning.

But only he knows how big the impact of the soft touch on himself.

It’s just a recollection, it makes him impulsive.

The big palm holding the glass of glazed cigarettes clenched into a fist in the back, and he tried to restrain himself from reacting more strongly.

The beloved woman is so in her own arms, exudes a touch of body fragrance, which is a deadly temptation for him.

It’s hard to hold on, let him let go now, he can’t do it at all.

I will have this opportunity again next time, but I don’t know when it will be.

Luo Liyan was forgotten to struggle because of what he said. He looked down at himself and could only see a undulating chest. He looked at the chest of Nansijue and hated his teeth.

"You haven't taken off your clothes, the ghost knows what your body looks like!" She replied with a sigh of relief.

In memory, he never took a fruit show, and there was no big movie about the fashion magazine in the upper body, so his body has always been a puzzle in the fan circle.

Everyone can only rely on his usual habit of loving sports and force himself to YY.

"Why, do you still want to see it?" The South Secretary's tail sounded up, and the smile on the top of the glass was invisible.

If she is really interested in her body, then he can show her at night.

Fortunately, I have not exercised loosely recently, and should be able to present the perfect state in front of her.

"Who...who wants to see you!" Luo Liyan weakly whispered, but his hands directly reached the chest of Nan Shijue, pushed and pushed, trying to break his circle.

The hard chest has a seductive curvature, and the glass can't help but press it gently.

The slender fingers slid across the top of the clothing, bringing a sense of numbness in the South.

He felt that he was all burning like a whole, and he spent all his perseverance to restrain himself from kissing.

"It turned out that you can't satisfy you anymore, but you are so confused. Don't you plan to pay anything?" The South Secretary's breathing became a bit heavy, and the bright spring water rippled in his eyes.

The glass of glaze reacted to what he had just done, and his face was as shy as the peach in the autumn.

She bit her lower lip, not looking at the South Secretary.

The South Secretary was not pressing hard, and the deep scorpion was determined to look at the little man he was carrying, and the heart that had been empty for nearly 30 years was gradually filled.

I only heard the weak voice of the soft voice, "That you just touched me, at the most, it was even."

"Well, it's even." The South Secretary's mouth raised a good-looking arc, and the tone was full of indulgence.

Hearing the glare of Luo Liyan, he always felt that Su Junjie, who was sitting in the front row, had now silently thought about 10,000 kinds of death methods.

Pushed the South Secretary, and found that he did not clamp himself again, Luo Liyan busy rolling back to his seat.