I'll go, is this Superman? It'll still teleport...
Well... so hot... Han Jiaren leaned in Gong Fuhao's arms, at this time, had already been occupied by the desire that could no longer bear, and had no idea what kind of environment she was in. She now felt that she had a sense of security when leaning on this man, and the other party was not like his man. She had a thin figure like a little sheep, and she felt very comfortable leaning on him.
How can it not be hot? It’s so close, now it’s summer Ah!
Gong Fuhao rolled his eyes and muttered in his heart with annoyance.
But he asked with concern: Beauty, Beauty, wake up, where is your home? I'll send you back!
My home is on the 13th floor!
The thirteenth floor, which thirteenth floor... Gong Fuhao rolled his eyes and asked where your home is. Let me tell you about the thirteenth floor, is it the thirteenth floor of this building? That's a coincidence?
Gong Fuhao asked tentatively: Is the thirteenth floor of this building the thirteenth floor?
I'm sorry, I'm so hot, can I speed up faster... Not long after I just said this, Han Jiaren could no longer bear it. She grabbed Gong Fuhao's neck and printed the red chun that could fascinate Qian!
I'll go! This is too slutty! Gong Fuhao exclaimed, frightened by Han Jiaren's initiative.
Breaking away from Han Jiaren's kiss, barely supporting the distance between the two of them, Gong Fuhao shouted anxiously at Han Jiaren: Yaomie, don't Ah, you are a married woman!
At this time, Han Jiaren had no strength to answer Gong Fuhao. Her intuition made her just want to turn off the fire and extinguish the fire in her body.
And the only one who can help her is the man in front of her who just helped her escape from the sea of suffering
Han Jiaren's sexy red lips quickly covered up and were printed on Gong Fuhao's somewhat dry lips. Gong Fuhao seemed to return to his previous life at that moment. The first kiss between him and Wu Yanjiao in the previous life was almost the same as now.
It felt like an electric shock. Slowly, Gong Fuhao was immersed in Han Jiaren's passion, and the shackles about Wu Yanjiao in his heart were slowly opened.
Under the control of urging water, Han Jiaren no longer cared about her shame and morality, put her hands into Gong Fuhao's shirt and stroked his solid chest. Han Jiaren became more and more moved, and roughly pulled Gong Fuhao's shirt away, left Gong Fuhao's lips, and kissed him all the way down...
Feeling Han Jiaren's actions, Gong Fuhao suddenly realized, Damn, do you want to do these things in the basement?
Although he enjoyed it, it was a public parking lot. He didn't want others to watch this passionate scene for free.
However, he was not going to let Han Jiaren go. He was not Liu Xiahui. He could not remain indifferent to such a beautiful woman in front of him!
What's more, she was hit by the urge to qingshui and if she didn't save her, she would die!
Thinking of this, Gong Fuhao no longer hesitated, picked up Han Jiaren, who was already unconscious, and took the elevator and went home.
As for Seoul nightclubs, now there are beauties in hand, so what are the funny nightclubs? How beautiful the girls in the nightclubs can they be as good as Han Jiaren?
The answer is obvious
If it weren't for the fear that the camera hanging in the elevator would be connected to the room where the dead sin would be, Gong Fuhao could not bear the desire in his heart and would have started a big battle with Han Jiaren in the elevator!
Throwing Han Jiaren on the bed, looking at Han Jiaren who had already been out of clothes and was bent on the bed, his snow-white thighs were exposed under his red skirt, and his chest was undulating when he was breathing, and her urgent need for the love of a man, her rapid breathing was accompanied by waves of white waves, Gong Fuhao's eyes were red, and his eyes slowly moved from the snow-white and smooth thighs to Han Jiaren's round and high gusts. The whole body was full, allowing Gong Fuhao to easily feel the maturity and sexiness that Han Jiaren is unique as a young woman.
Han Jiaren, who had been infatuated, could clearly feel Gong Fuhao's heavy breathing. After all, she was admiring herself with excitement. She became a little proud of herself, thinking that for so many years she had married, her charm was still the same as before. This young and handsome young man was deeply fascinated by herself!
Feeling Gong Fuhao's gaze, Han Jiaren's two snow-white thighs flowed out unconsciously, and instantly wet her red skirt.
Gong Fuhao also noticed this clearly because his breathing became heavier and seemed to be getting more and more excited...
Gong Fuhao finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he bent down and gently reached out to one of Han Jiaren's thighs, tentatively stroking her thighs.
Han Jiaren's smooth and elastic thighs were gently caressed by Gong Fuhao like this. From time to time, you can hear the sighs from Gong Fuhao in front of her, which are lamenting her graceful figure and perfect face.
Hearing the admiration, Han Jiaren was also excited, no longer reserved, and following the desire in her heart, she slowly spread her legs a lot, revealing the black lace underwear in her red skirt.
The slightly raised sichu, the obvious water on the black lace panties, Gong Fuhao was simply forgetful, and gently leaned his face against Han Jiaren's thigh, taking a deep breath evilly
Han Jiaren's seductive body fragrance immediately paralyzed his brain nerves
Gong Fuhao finally looked at Han Jiaren. Seeing her confused eyes, he no longer considered the consequences, stretched out his hands and moved towards Han Jiaren's plumpness.
Through the clothes, Gong Fuhao touched Han Jiaren's fengman with both hands. Her elastic plumpness made him more impulsive.
Finally, Gong Fuhao began to tremble and slowly untied Han Jiaren's clothes
After Han Jiaren's clothes were all untied, Gong Fuhao immediately saw the white plump half exposed in the black silk bra, so Gong Fuhao took action to untied her bra
When Han Jiaren's bra was untied, Gong Fuhao couldn't help but take a breath. The bright red lychees stood on Han Jiaren's round plumpness, which was the perfect kind of plumpness. The lychees had already swollen. The charming places and lychees were pink, not like young women who had been married for many years.
At least... several times more perfect than Wu Yanjiao
Areola slightly raised
Han Jiaren knew that she was half naked in front of Gong Fuhao at this time. She was already shy and now even if she was urged to qing water, she would not dare to open her eyes when she reached this point.
Gong Fuhao reached out and touched him gently twice. Han Jiaren could hear the sound of him swallowing saliva. He then gently straightened his legs, turned his body to the side, pulled down the zipper behind his skirt, and then let himself lie back on his back.
Grasp the hem of your red sniffle skirt with both hands, slowly pulling it down, and quickly took off your red sniffle skirt
At this time, Han Jiaren had only one sexy underwear on her body to cover her shame, which made her even more excited and completely forgot that she was a married woman.
Well... so hot... Han Jiaren leaned in Gong Fuhao's arms, at this time, had already been occupied by the desire that could no longer bear, and had no idea what kind of environment she was in. She now felt that she had a sense of security when leaning on this man, and the other party was not like his man. She had a thin figure like a little sheep, and she felt very comfortable leaning on him.
How can it not be hot? It’s so close, now it’s summer Ah!
Gong Fuhao rolled his eyes and muttered in his heart with annoyance.
But he asked with concern: Beauty, Beauty, wake up, where is your home? I'll send you back!
My home is on the 13th floor!
The thirteenth floor, which thirteenth floor... Gong Fuhao rolled his eyes and asked where your home is. Let me tell you about the thirteenth floor, is it the thirteenth floor of this building? That's a coincidence?
Gong Fuhao asked tentatively: Is the thirteenth floor of this building the thirteenth floor?
I'm sorry, I'm so hot, can I speed up faster... Not long after I just said this, Han Jiaren could no longer bear it. She grabbed Gong Fuhao's neck and printed the red chun that could fascinate Qian!
I'll go! This is too slutty! Gong Fuhao exclaimed, frightened by Han Jiaren's initiative.
Breaking away from Han Jiaren's kiss, barely supporting the distance between the two of them, Gong Fuhao shouted anxiously at Han Jiaren: Yaomie, don't Ah, you are a married woman!
At this time, Han Jiaren had no strength to answer Gong Fuhao. Her intuition made her just want to turn off the fire and extinguish the fire in her body.
And the only one who can help her is the man in front of her who just helped her escape from the sea of suffering
Han Jiaren's sexy red lips quickly covered up and were printed on Gong Fuhao's somewhat dry lips. Gong Fuhao seemed to return to his previous life at that moment. The first kiss between him and Wu Yanjiao in the previous life was almost the same as now.
It felt like an electric shock. Slowly, Gong Fuhao was immersed in Han Jiaren's passion, and the shackles about Wu Yanjiao in his heart were slowly opened.
Under the control of urging water, Han Jiaren no longer cared about her shame and morality, put her hands into Gong Fuhao's shirt and stroked his solid chest. Han Jiaren became more and more moved, and roughly pulled Gong Fuhao's shirt away, left Gong Fuhao's lips, and kissed him all the way down...
Feeling Han Jiaren's actions, Gong Fuhao suddenly realized, Damn, do you want to do these things in the basement?
Although he enjoyed it, it was a public parking lot. He didn't want others to watch this passionate scene for free.
However, he was not going to let Han Jiaren go. He was not Liu Xiahui. He could not remain indifferent to such a beautiful woman in front of him!
What's more, she was hit by the urge to qingshui and if she didn't save her, she would die!
Thinking of this, Gong Fuhao no longer hesitated, picked up Han Jiaren, who was already unconscious, and took the elevator and went home.
As for Seoul nightclubs, now there are beauties in hand, so what are the funny nightclubs? How beautiful the girls in the nightclubs can they be as good as Han Jiaren?
The answer is obvious
If it weren't for the fear that the camera hanging in the elevator would be connected to the room where the dead sin would be, Gong Fuhao could not bear the desire in his heart and would have started a big battle with Han Jiaren in the elevator!
Throwing Han Jiaren on the bed, looking at Han Jiaren who had already been out of clothes and was bent on the bed, his snow-white thighs were exposed under his red skirt, and his chest was undulating when he was breathing, and her urgent need for the love of a man, her rapid breathing was accompanied by waves of white waves, Gong Fuhao's eyes were red, and his eyes slowly moved from the snow-white and smooth thighs to Han Jiaren's round and high gusts. The whole body was full, allowing Gong Fuhao to easily feel the maturity and sexiness that Han Jiaren is unique as a young woman.
Han Jiaren, who had been infatuated, could clearly feel Gong Fuhao's heavy breathing. After all, she was admiring herself with excitement. She became a little proud of herself, thinking that for so many years she had married, her charm was still the same as before. This young and handsome young man was deeply fascinated by herself!
Feeling Gong Fuhao's gaze, Han Jiaren's two snow-white thighs flowed out unconsciously, and instantly wet her red skirt.
Gong Fuhao also noticed this clearly because his breathing became heavier and seemed to be getting more and more excited...
Gong Fuhao finally couldn't stand it anymore, so he bent down and gently reached out to one of Han Jiaren's thighs, tentatively stroking her thighs.
Han Jiaren's smooth and elastic thighs were gently caressed by Gong Fuhao like this. From time to time, you can hear the sighs from Gong Fuhao in front of her, which are lamenting her graceful figure and perfect face.
Hearing the admiration, Han Jiaren was also excited, no longer reserved, and following the desire in her heart, she slowly spread her legs a lot, revealing the black lace underwear in her red skirt.
The slightly raised sichu, the obvious water on the black lace panties, Gong Fuhao was simply forgetful, and gently leaned his face against Han Jiaren's thigh, taking a deep breath evilly
Han Jiaren's seductive body fragrance immediately paralyzed his brain nerves
Gong Fuhao finally looked at Han Jiaren. Seeing her confused eyes, he no longer considered the consequences, stretched out his hands and moved towards Han Jiaren's plumpness.
Through the clothes, Gong Fuhao touched Han Jiaren's fengman with both hands. Her elastic plumpness made him more impulsive.
Finally, Gong Fuhao began to tremble and slowly untied Han Jiaren's clothes
After Han Jiaren's clothes were all untied, Gong Fuhao immediately saw the white plump half exposed in the black silk bra, so Gong Fuhao took action to untied her bra
When Han Jiaren's bra was untied, Gong Fuhao couldn't help but take a breath. The bright red lychees stood on Han Jiaren's round plumpness, which was the perfect kind of plumpness. The lychees had already swollen. The charming places and lychees were pink, not like young women who had been married for many years.
At least... several times more perfect than Wu Yanjiao
Areola slightly raised
Han Jiaren knew that she was half naked in front of Gong Fuhao at this time. She was already shy and now even if she was urged to qing water, she would not dare to open her eyes when she reached this point.
Gong Fuhao reached out and touched him gently twice. Han Jiaren could hear the sound of him swallowing saliva. He then gently straightened his legs, turned his body to the side, pulled down the zipper behind his skirt, and then let himself lie back on his back.
Grasp the hem of your red sniffle skirt with both hands, slowly pulling it down, and quickly took off your red sniffle skirt
At this time, Han Jiaren had only one sexy underwear on her body to cover her shame, which made her even more excited and completely forgot that she was a married woman.
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