He grabbed two tender buttocks in his palm, and his five fingers with great strength were deeply trapped in the tender flesh, and the white and tender buttocks were squeezed out of the gaps in his fingers.
Woo...well Ah...Ah...Ah... Her tender buttocks were repeatedly pressed down to the water, and her hot body behind her was pressed against the pool wall, and her moans were intermittently and rapidly.
Taomi's feet swayed in the air, shaking as she fucked her feet, curled up in a hurry and shy manner.
The attacks under him were dense and fierce, and he could not bear too much joy, so he could only turn his head and avoid the passionate kiss behind his neck.
She tilted her head, as weak as a delicate flower that could not withstand the watering of rain, but also put on her tender neck and buried the hot breathing shop.
Mo Tingshen was buried in her neck, feeling that it smelled and soft everywhere. His pink lips were slightly open, and a trace of soft cry ejaculation came out, and his Adam's apple rolled up again and again.
Two fat rabbits were trembling, like a soft jade that was full of water, and were slippery.
I fiddled with the tip of my little breasts a few times, scraped my nails, and then it trembled softly against the pool wall.
Taomi was dizzy and soft in his arms, not knowing how she was carried to the shore.
A door in the bedroom is integrated with the floor-to-ceiling window, leading to the yard facing the sea. At this time, the crack of the door is empty and a trace of fragrance floats in.
The person on the bed was trapped in Xuan Ruan's quilt, and his nose twitched a few times in his sleep.
The fragrance outside became stronger and stronger. Taomi's little nose moved and sat up from the bed, looking dumb.
In the yard, the aroma of meat drifted away, and a figure was in front of the barbecue grill.
Seeing her coming, Mo Tingshen handed over a piece of roasted pineapple.
After eating a slice of pineapple, I ate two more big mushrooms with a sausage.
Peach honey smacked his lips and slowly circled around the barbecue stove.
The pork belly was sizzling with oil on the grilling net, and the fat slid down the texture of the meat, falling into the charcoal fire, and a stinging sound turned into a thin white smoke.
There is also a big meat steak next to it, which is glossy.
Taomi couldn't help but twist a piece of pork belly, and didn't care about burning it. She took a big bite, and the skin and fat meat were roasted to burnt, and the juice was burst.
The meat was swallowed into the stomach, and there was still a strong aroma of gravy on the tip of the tongue.
Seeing him fold the meat onto a piece of roasted pineapple, his eyes lit up and he kept pointing to his wide open mouth.
Show off my mouth!Show off my mouth!
Mo Tingshen looked sideways and looked exactly like his son.
The greedy ghost is also hereditary.
She put it on a small plate and picked a few on the baking net, and she happily squatted aside to show off.
Small pieces of butter are rolled out of the charcoal fire, with a burnt oil wrapped in a strong milky aroma.
Taomi was showing off while watching him bake.
The skewers are so elegant that they are all signing documents.
Want a slice of toast.She stared at the hands of flipping the lamb chops, swallowing her saliva, not saying whether she was being flesh or being greedy by him.
Mo Tingshen glanced at her and brushed the bread slices with butter.
Master Mo’s barbecue stall mainly focuses on seafood.
Each lobster is very fat and the shrimp paste is roasted.
Taomi showed off lobster and oysters, and then lay on the rattan chair by the swimming pool to drink coconut milk. The warm and humid sea breeze made her drowsy.
The two of them had high calories every meal, either seafood on the island or ingredients transported from air. The daily fitness method is to exercise in bed and occasionally exercise in the water.
Taomi swimming has basically mastered the skills and can swim around the pool alone for a few round trips, but the swimming posture is not beautiful, so he got his spicy comments on maggots in the water.
Mo Tingshen took her to surf, and she could barely stand firm when she held her back. Once she let go, she would be shaking. A small wave floated over and fell back into the sea.
Taomi watched him surfing, and the thick waves rolled over behind him, almost scared to pee.
Mo Tingshen intended to be handsome in front of her, but his surfing skills were very good, but his swimming trunks were gone.
Taomi wanted to take the opportunity to laugh at her, but she thought she wanted him to take her to snorkeling, so she could only hold back.
The person involved was not embarrassed at all and went ashore with a surfboard.
He even asked for a kiss and asked her narcissistically if she was handsome.
After getting the kiss and answers against my will, Mo Tingshen was very satisfied and told me to get me some swimming trunks.
Taomi could only try her best to throw the naked figure on the beach out of her mind and return to the villa.
When the two of them snorkeled together, Mo Tingshen was obviously not as crazy as surfing alone. He held her hand throughout the whole process and swam very slowly.
The sea water is clear and under the sun, it looks like a thick piece of broken glass.
Taomi had also played diving while traveling, but it was overdeveloped tourist attractions, and its water quality and marine environment were far inferior to such private islands.
Below her feet were beautiful colorful living corals, and countless tropical fish that could not be named were swimming around. The sea lion was not afraid of them. She put her nose over and sometimes appeared unexpectedly in front of her.
When I was tired of playing, I climbed onto the yacht and leaned against the railing to look at the sea.
The blown dry hair was loosely tied behind the head, and the hair in my ears was slightly chaotic by the sea breeze.
The white backless skirt only had a ribbon tied behind the waist, revealing a large snow-fed back.
Taomi raised her hand to block the slightly dazzling afterglow of the setting sun. A warm feeling was felt around her waist, and her eyebrows and eyes bent, and she stuffed herself into his arms.
Both hands hugged her, and the warm body temperature quickly dispelled the coolness of the sea breeze.
One of them ignored his career and the other ignored his studies, and he spent the whole holiday.
It was time for Taomi to start school in the spring semester, but I only took the time to go back to school.
Taomi is busy with the project report, and Mo Tingshen goes to and from get off work as usual.
On the weekend, the two went out to purchase together and bought hot pot when they came back.
After eating it, I remembered that there seemed to be fewer people.
After hearing her complaints, Mo Tingshen didn't stop holding the chopsticks.
He just said why it was a little quiet lately.
The next day, the two of them went to the old house. Before they could enter the door, they saw the old man standing in front of the courtyard, with three walnuts in his hand.
There was a small man standing next to him, with a small walnut in his hand, and his expression and movements were exactly the same as the old man, very similar to that.
Taomi looked at her son from top to bottom and reluctantly convinced herself that the old-fashioned child was her son.
After living in the old house for two days, she found that her son was not just a walnut and dressed in an old-fashioned manner.
Also... hit a tree to maintain health?And the old man fishing...
Mo Tingshen didn't care. He focused on Mo Yicong being spoiled and picky about food.
When I eat, I only choose what I like. If I don’t feel satisfied, I will slap the table with my hands. My grandparents immediately asked the chef to do what he liked.
The third time I saw Mo Yicong was not having a good meal, so he poked the wontons one by one and even used a spoon to stir the soup to play with it.
You stop eating.Mo Tingshen took away his bowl and spoon, pulled the cub to the wall, stood up, standing upright!
Mo Yicong flattened his mouth and called out to mom in a low voice.
Taomi only concentrates on eating and pretends not to see it.
She thought her grandparents would come out to stop her, but the elderly who usually spoiled their children seemed to have never seen them at this time.
Mo Yicong had no hope of seeking help.
His eyes were round and big, tears were circling in his eyes, but he was still standing against the wall.
Why isn’t my mom making it for you delicious?
If you want to eat small wontons, your mother will pack them for a long time.
The voice was not harsh. In Taomi's opinion, the momentum had been restrained a lot, but it was enough to scare a child.
Mo Ting trained deeply for half an hour. Finally, you don’t have to eat this meal anymore. When can you eat well?
The rabbit bowl and carrot spoon that grandma bought for him were also confiscated.
If he likes it, keep it for him.Taomi advised her and then she glanced at her.
Eat it just by eating, it's fancy.
He didn't pick carrots even when he used a carrot spoon.
After Mo Tingshen trained the child, he did not allow anyone to give Mo Yicong what he had.
Mo Yicong was so hungry at night that he screamed, but he went to find his mother in a hurry.
The bedroom was very dark, and Taomi saw tears in her eyes when the little man beside the bed, like a baby beast without a mother.
Hearing her little belly purr, she got up and picked him up and touched her head.
Mo Tingshen also woke up, turned on the light, looked at the big and small on the bed, and went to the kitchen to cook two bowls of noodles.
Mo Yicong held the chopsticks in his small hand, clumsyly picked up the noodles, and drank soup at the noodle bowl that was bigger than his face.
Taomi watched him eat, twisted away the broken noodles stuck to her face, and watched him smack her lips. My mother made it very good.
Mo Tingshen sat opposite and ate another bowl. Hearing this, his face turned dark and his chopsticks rolled noodles even harder. It tasted delicious but I didn’t see you.
Mo Yicong looked up at his mother and scooped up the egg that he had bitten from the bowl. The spoon was still a little unstable. It was stupid, Mom 7.
The mother is kind and filial to the son, and it is very dazzling.
Mo Tingshen put down the empty bowl, grabbed the cub away to take a shower, wrapped it in a small bathrobe into a ball of meat, only revealing his chubby face, and his two long rabbit ears drooped behind his head.
Taomi wiped his hair, held it in his arms, rubbed and kissed it, and the cub bared his teeth and smiled, revealing two small white and glutinous front teeth.
The child was spoiled like this, and for this reason Mo Tingshen scolded the family from old age to young age.
It doesn't matter if the old man was scolded, but he took his good grandson away, and he was so angry that he poked the floor with a loud noise.
Mo Yicong was carried out by his father, with a bulging small waist bag hanging on his body.
In the back seat of the nanny's car, the cub was sitting in his baby chair, and his little hands tried to grab a finger of his mother.
Mo Tingshen sat in the passenger seat, looked back at the mother and son, and reported a location.
Taomi's parents also lived in a community near the school, setting up a table of vegetables waiting for the family of three.
Mo Tingshen believed that both of his parents-in-law were highly educated intellectuals and must be more decent than his family in educating their children.
Principal Zhou kept postings while holding his grandson, but refused to take care of their children.
The unjust couple had to take the oil bottle home.
On weekdays, my father has to go to work and my mother has to write papers. Mo Yicong is always taken care of by the nurse.
The occasional family trip on weekends is the happiest thing for children Mo Yicong.
My parents took him to museums, science and technology museums, and to watch movies.
Mo Yicong likes to go to the zoo and the nature museum the most, and doesn’t like to go to the cinema because they never watch the cartoons he likes, nor buy his popcorn. He can only drink the leftover milk tea she drinks when his mother is happy.
Early in the morning on the holiday, Taomi took a shower and wrapped her hair out. She had a layer of facial mask on the left and another layer of milk. Mo Tingshen took the time to steal the fragrance.
Seeing the fat baby at the door, Taomi asked casually, where do you want to play with the baby?
The boy was happy, and showed a silly smile, looking at the mammoth.
So, can we go to the playground and then camp and barbecue?Taomi proposes.
Mo Yicong's request was ignored and he still made a heartless statement.
Other parents take their children to play parent-child programs, but the two in their family are different.
One of them took photos all the time, and the other was chased by the staff in the children's area and said that adults could not play 800 times.
His father was very excited to drive a bumper car, and he rushed straight to his mother's car, and his mother kept screaming.
Mo Yicong sat in his father's co-pilot, dizzy and out of his body.
Only a short time of sitting on a carousel is happy.
The family of three came out of the playground and went to the nearby creative farm to experience farming and picking, and get close to nature.
The farm integrates sightseeing and picking, camping and barbecue. Not far from the nursery is the pigpen, with a few fat little powder pigs inside.
Mo Yicong liked these little pigs very much and curiously tried to approach the edge of the pigpen.
A little pig was a little restless and suddenly broke open the fence door.
Because of the speed, Taomi had no time to protect her son.
Mo Yicong was overturned by the pig's head that was rushing out of the circle, sitting on the ground with his butt, closing his eyes and howling with great concentration.
Taomi picked up her son and coaxed her and patted the dirt on his butt.
The farmer directed the staff to catch pigs and apologized repeatedly to Mo Tingshen who arrived.
My son kept crying, which made Mo Ting so angry.
I feel sorry for my son, but I hate him for not fighting.
Being bullied by a pig is so!
Until my son sobbed, Dad, I want to eat this pig.
Mo Tingshen looked at the crybag that was still wiping tears in his mother's arms with praise, pointed at the pig and said to the farmer, shaved the ribs and pork belly, and we took the rest away.
I ate the tearful crybab with small fat meat skewers and picked wild flowers to give to my mother.
The family of three took photos on the farm as a souvenir. Mo Yicong squatted between his parents, hugging a little lamb with milk.
Woo...well Ah...Ah...Ah... Her tender buttocks were repeatedly pressed down to the water, and her hot body behind her was pressed against the pool wall, and her moans were intermittently and rapidly.
Taomi's feet swayed in the air, shaking as she fucked her feet, curled up in a hurry and shy manner.
The attacks under him were dense and fierce, and he could not bear too much joy, so he could only turn his head and avoid the passionate kiss behind his neck.
She tilted her head, as weak as a delicate flower that could not withstand the watering of rain, but also put on her tender neck and buried the hot breathing shop.
Mo Tingshen was buried in her neck, feeling that it smelled and soft everywhere. His pink lips were slightly open, and a trace of soft cry ejaculation came out, and his Adam's apple rolled up again and again.
Two fat rabbits were trembling, like a soft jade that was full of water, and were slippery.
I fiddled with the tip of my little breasts a few times, scraped my nails, and then it trembled softly against the pool wall.
Taomi was dizzy and soft in his arms, not knowing how she was carried to the shore.
A door in the bedroom is integrated with the floor-to-ceiling window, leading to the yard facing the sea. At this time, the crack of the door is empty and a trace of fragrance floats in.
The person on the bed was trapped in Xuan Ruan's quilt, and his nose twitched a few times in his sleep.
The fragrance outside became stronger and stronger. Taomi's little nose moved and sat up from the bed, looking dumb.
In the yard, the aroma of meat drifted away, and a figure was in front of the barbecue grill.
Seeing her coming, Mo Tingshen handed over a piece of roasted pineapple.
After eating a slice of pineapple, I ate two more big mushrooms with a sausage.
Peach honey smacked his lips and slowly circled around the barbecue stove.
The pork belly was sizzling with oil on the grilling net, and the fat slid down the texture of the meat, falling into the charcoal fire, and a stinging sound turned into a thin white smoke.
There is also a big meat steak next to it, which is glossy.
Taomi couldn't help but twist a piece of pork belly, and didn't care about burning it. She took a big bite, and the skin and fat meat were roasted to burnt, and the juice was burst.
The meat was swallowed into the stomach, and there was still a strong aroma of gravy on the tip of the tongue.
Seeing him fold the meat onto a piece of roasted pineapple, his eyes lit up and he kept pointing to his wide open mouth.
Show off my mouth!Show off my mouth!
Mo Tingshen looked sideways and looked exactly like his son.
The greedy ghost is also hereditary.
She put it on a small plate and picked a few on the baking net, and she happily squatted aside to show off.
Small pieces of butter are rolled out of the charcoal fire, with a burnt oil wrapped in a strong milky aroma.
Taomi was showing off while watching him bake.
The skewers are so elegant that they are all signing documents.
Want a slice of toast.She stared at the hands of flipping the lamb chops, swallowing her saliva, not saying whether she was being flesh or being greedy by him.
Mo Tingshen glanced at her and brushed the bread slices with butter.
Master Mo’s barbecue stall mainly focuses on seafood.
Each lobster is very fat and the shrimp paste is roasted.
Taomi showed off lobster and oysters, and then lay on the rattan chair by the swimming pool to drink coconut milk. The warm and humid sea breeze made her drowsy.
The two of them had high calories every meal, either seafood on the island or ingredients transported from air. The daily fitness method is to exercise in bed and occasionally exercise in the water.
Taomi swimming has basically mastered the skills and can swim around the pool alone for a few round trips, but the swimming posture is not beautiful, so he got his spicy comments on maggots in the water.
Mo Tingshen took her to surf, and she could barely stand firm when she held her back. Once she let go, she would be shaking. A small wave floated over and fell back into the sea.
Taomi watched him surfing, and the thick waves rolled over behind him, almost scared to pee.
Mo Tingshen intended to be handsome in front of her, but his surfing skills were very good, but his swimming trunks were gone.
Taomi wanted to take the opportunity to laugh at her, but she thought she wanted him to take her to snorkeling, so she could only hold back.
The person involved was not embarrassed at all and went ashore with a surfboard.
He even asked for a kiss and asked her narcissistically if she was handsome.
After getting the kiss and answers against my will, Mo Tingshen was very satisfied and told me to get me some swimming trunks.
Taomi could only try her best to throw the naked figure on the beach out of her mind and return to the villa.
When the two of them snorkeled together, Mo Tingshen was obviously not as crazy as surfing alone. He held her hand throughout the whole process and swam very slowly.
The sea water is clear and under the sun, it looks like a thick piece of broken glass.
Taomi had also played diving while traveling, but it was overdeveloped tourist attractions, and its water quality and marine environment were far inferior to such private islands.
Below her feet were beautiful colorful living corals, and countless tropical fish that could not be named were swimming around. The sea lion was not afraid of them. She put her nose over and sometimes appeared unexpectedly in front of her.
When I was tired of playing, I climbed onto the yacht and leaned against the railing to look at the sea.
The blown dry hair was loosely tied behind the head, and the hair in my ears was slightly chaotic by the sea breeze.
The white backless skirt only had a ribbon tied behind the waist, revealing a large snow-fed back.
Taomi raised her hand to block the slightly dazzling afterglow of the setting sun. A warm feeling was felt around her waist, and her eyebrows and eyes bent, and she stuffed herself into his arms.
Both hands hugged her, and the warm body temperature quickly dispelled the coolness of the sea breeze.
One of them ignored his career and the other ignored his studies, and he spent the whole holiday.
It was time for Taomi to start school in the spring semester, but I only took the time to go back to school.
Taomi is busy with the project report, and Mo Tingshen goes to and from get off work as usual.
On the weekend, the two went out to purchase together and bought hot pot when they came back.
After eating it, I remembered that there seemed to be fewer people.
After hearing her complaints, Mo Tingshen didn't stop holding the chopsticks.
He just said why it was a little quiet lately.
The next day, the two of them went to the old house. Before they could enter the door, they saw the old man standing in front of the courtyard, with three walnuts in his hand.
There was a small man standing next to him, with a small walnut in his hand, and his expression and movements were exactly the same as the old man, very similar to that.
Taomi looked at her son from top to bottom and reluctantly convinced herself that the old-fashioned child was her son.
After living in the old house for two days, she found that her son was not just a walnut and dressed in an old-fashioned manner.
Also... hit a tree to maintain health?And the old man fishing...
Mo Tingshen didn't care. He focused on Mo Yicong being spoiled and picky about food.
When I eat, I only choose what I like. If I don’t feel satisfied, I will slap the table with my hands. My grandparents immediately asked the chef to do what he liked.
The third time I saw Mo Yicong was not having a good meal, so he poked the wontons one by one and even used a spoon to stir the soup to play with it.
You stop eating.Mo Tingshen took away his bowl and spoon, pulled the cub to the wall, stood up, standing upright!
Mo Yicong flattened his mouth and called out to mom in a low voice.
Taomi only concentrates on eating and pretends not to see it.
She thought her grandparents would come out to stop her, but the elderly who usually spoiled their children seemed to have never seen them at this time.
Mo Yicong had no hope of seeking help.
His eyes were round and big, tears were circling in his eyes, but he was still standing against the wall.
Why isn’t my mom making it for you delicious?
If you want to eat small wontons, your mother will pack them for a long time.
The voice was not harsh. In Taomi's opinion, the momentum had been restrained a lot, but it was enough to scare a child.
Mo Ting trained deeply for half an hour. Finally, you don’t have to eat this meal anymore. When can you eat well?
The rabbit bowl and carrot spoon that grandma bought for him were also confiscated.
If he likes it, keep it for him.Taomi advised her and then she glanced at her.
Eat it just by eating, it's fancy.
He didn't pick carrots even when he used a carrot spoon.
After Mo Tingshen trained the child, he did not allow anyone to give Mo Yicong what he had.
Mo Yicong was so hungry at night that he screamed, but he went to find his mother in a hurry.
The bedroom was very dark, and Taomi saw tears in her eyes when the little man beside the bed, like a baby beast without a mother.
Hearing her little belly purr, she got up and picked him up and touched her head.
Mo Tingshen also woke up, turned on the light, looked at the big and small on the bed, and went to the kitchen to cook two bowls of noodles.
Mo Yicong held the chopsticks in his small hand, clumsyly picked up the noodles, and drank soup at the noodle bowl that was bigger than his face.
Taomi watched him eat, twisted away the broken noodles stuck to her face, and watched him smack her lips. My mother made it very good.
Mo Tingshen sat opposite and ate another bowl. Hearing this, his face turned dark and his chopsticks rolled noodles even harder. It tasted delicious but I didn’t see you.
Mo Yicong looked up at his mother and scooped up the egg that he had bitten from the bowl. The spoon was still a little unstable. It was stupid, Mom 7.
The mother is kind and filial to the son, and it is very dazzling.
Mo Tingshen put down the empty bowl, grabbed the cub away to take a shower, wrapped it in a small bathrobe into a ball of meat, only revealing his chubby face, and his two long rabbit ears drooped behind his head.
Taomi wiped his hair, held it in his arms, rubbed and kissed it, and the cub bared his teeth and smiled, revealing two small white and glutinous front teeth.
The child was spoiled like this, and for this reason Mo Tingshen scolded the family from old age to young age.
It doesn't matter if the old man was scolded, but he took his good grandson away, and he was so angry that he poked the floor with a loud noise.
Mo Yicong was carried out by his father, with a bulging small waist bag hanging on his body.
In the back seat of the nanny's car, the cub was sitting in his baby chair, and his little hands tried to grab a finger of his mother.
Mo Tingshen sat in the passenger seat, looked back at the mother and son, and reported a location.
Taomi's parents also lived in a community near the school, setting up a table of vegetables waiting for the family of three.
Mo Tingshen believed that both of his parents-in-law were highly educated intellectuals and must be more decent than his family in educating their children.
Principal Zhou kept postings while holding his grandson, but refused to take care of their children.
The unjust couple had to take the oil bottle home.
On weekdays, my father has to go to work and my mother has to write papers. Mo Yicong is always taken care of by the nurse.
The occasional family trip on weekends is the happiest thing for children Mo Yicong.
My parents took him to museums, science and technology museums, and to watch movies.
Mo Yicong likes to go to the zoo and the nature museum the most, and doesn’t like to go to the cinema because they never watch the cartoons he likes, nor buy his popcorn. He can only drink the leftover milk tea she drinks when his mother is happy.
Early in the morning on the holiday, Taomi took a shower and wrapped her hair out. She had a layer of facial mask on the left and another layer of milk. Mo Tingshen took the time to steal the fragrance.
Seeing the fat baby at the door, Taomi asked casually, where do you want to play with the baby?
The boy was happy, and showed a silly smile, looking at the mammoth.
So, can we go to the playground and then camp and barbecue?Taomi proposes.
Mo Yicong's request was ignored and he still made a heartless statement.
Other parents take their children to play parent-child programs, but the two in their family are different.
One of them took photos all the time, and the other was chased by the staff in the children's area and said that adults could not play 800 times.
His father was very excited to drive a bumper car, and he rushed straight to his mother's car, and his mother kept screaming.
Mo Yicong sat in his father's co-pilot, dizzy and out of his body.
Only a short time of sitting on a carousel is happy.
The family of three came out of the playground and went to the nearby creative farm to experience farming and picking, and get close to nature.
The farm integrates sightseeing and picking, camping and barbecue. Not far from the nursery is the pigpen, with a few fat little powder pigs inside.
Mo Yicong liked these little pigs very much and curiously tried to approach the edge of the pigpen.
A little pig was a little restless and suddenly broke open the fence door.
Because of the speed, Taomi had no time to protect her son.
Mo Yicong was overturned by the pig's head that was rushing out of the circle, sitting on the ground with his butt, closing his eyes and howling with great concentration.
Taomi picked up her son and coaxed her and patted the dirt on his butt.
The farmer directed the staff to catch pigs and apologized repeatedly to Mo Tingshen who arrived.
My son kept crying, which made Mo Ting so angry.
I feel sorry for my son, but I hate him for not fighting.
Being bullied by a pig is so!
Until my son sobbed, Dad, I want to eat this pig.
Mo Tingshen looked at the crybag that was still wiping tears in his mother's arms with praise, pointed at the pig and said to the farmer, shaved the ribs and pork belly, and we took the rest away.
I ate the tearful crybab with small fat meat skewers and picked wild flowers to give to my mother.
The family of three took photos on the farm as a souvenir. Mo Yicong squatted between his parents, hugging a little lamb with milk.
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