But now? Humph, I have memorized the mode of the Spring Festival Gala. The opening is group singing and dancing, not to be nice, but to be lively, and to be lively; in the middle, the song and dance sketches are mainly crosstalk, the program is interspersed with cold and cold programs, and the song and dance are interspersed with hot crosstalk sketches that set off the atmosphere. The song and dance are generally the first one with cold tones and the next one with warm tones, and then take time to pick up a few magic acrobatics. Every once in a while, it is a vulgar New Year greeting period for a certain office. By the way, the final ending is basically unforgettable group singing and dancing like tonight. There are many rules and regulations, just like the eight-legged essay.
And what is even more disgusting is that every program of the Spring Festival Gala now, especially the crosstalk and sketch programs, basically has a clear social subject, covering the most popular focus topics of the year, such as empty nest families, migrant workers entering the city, housing prices, college students' employment, moral models, integrity issues, pseudo-expert mung bean gate incident, etc. It seems that the sketch crosstalk has completely transformed into a machine of national publicity, and the Spring Festival Gala has become a report of the two exchanges. Sketches with excellent reputation, such as Chen Peisi's "Eating Noodles" in the 1980s, will definitely not be able to step on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala now, because he has no social significance, and he will only laugh.
When a party that is essentially an entertainment program is supported by too much pressure that does not belong to its own connotation, the entertainment component will be reduced and the sound tube above will become the core spirit of its original core will no longer exist. This is why these skit crosstalks look so awkward. Can you not be embarrassed to rely on a so-called social issue theme?
In addition, the replacement of new and old blood is also very painful. Zhao Feng and Jiang Cai meet every year. No matter how bad the acting is, Wang Huangguo takes turns to meet every few years. As for the newcomers, how many places can they have? Many people like to take the Spring Festival Gala so big and so many people, and they are doing it every year. Naturally, aesthetic fatigue, audience requirements are getting higher and higher every year, and high-quality products are hard to find. Of course, it is difficult to adjust and satisfy everyone's words to prove that the Spring Festival Gala is not bad, but the audience's appetite is just a tricky one's appetite. I dare say, this is definitely a lie!
There is a program called "I Want to the Spring Festival Gala". Long'er is fine. It's very good. It is highly recommended. The programs in it should be creative, artistic, and quantity. No matter what aspect, they are much better than the Spring Festival Gala. There is no difficulty in finding high-quality products, but there are too many high-quality products. Therefore, the Spring Festival Gala is made like this without any interface. In the final analysis, it is because people can use talents without any restrictions, and as long as they are good, they can be played!
In fact, the Spring Festival Gala has reached a bottleneck now, and it will die if it doesn’t change. It’s a national ritual TV program that actually relies on Benshan to save the scene every year. For 1.4 billion people in a huge country, how funny and nonsensical is this? …
Nianci's mother's contemptuous and contemptuous complaints made her feel as if she was dumbfounded by the little villain sitting on her thighs. She never expected that the Spring Festival Gala, which had a good impression, was so unwelcome. She thought about it carefully and became more reasonable. She even more admired her. She thought that her mother Su Nianci was extraordinary, but no matter how high her level was, she was still panting under my crotch...
The show continues, but Nianci's mother's comments are becoming more and more casual. She commented on all the lighting and stages. She heard the little villain in confusion. She thought I didn't understand this, but I just sat on Nianci's mother's thighs with a different kind of beautiful scenery. Her long legs were soft and warm, and she was extremely comfortable. Not only did she sit back and sit inside.
Nianci's mother obviously also felt that the little villain in her arms who was taller than her, but she had a handsome face made Nianci's mother feel a strange sense of maternal love and compassion. She was hiding the experience of growing a single-parent family under her handsome face, and couldn't help but be attracted by the male aura of her son. It was wild, unruly, and strong masculine. This could be clearly felt in the depths of Nianci's mother's genes.
The slender and round arms were wrapped around the tall man on his legs. His beautiful nose was placed on the man's neck and smelled it. He kissed it like a dragonfly, which made the little bad guy itchy and hard to scratch. He was about to turn around but was stopped by Nianci's mother, but Nianci's mother was restless. She touched her white and simple hands everywhere, and was like a snake in Tianlong's clothes and pants. One hand pressed on the strong muscles and black hair and gently stroked the other one, but she got into her pants, and held up a big bulge there, rising and falling
It can be seen that Nianci's mother's expression was very intoxicating at this time. She liked to touch him and liked this solid, dark and rough feeling. This was so far away from the world she knew, so it seemed mysterious.
The little hand held the giant python that could not be grasped at all, rubbed it gently, put it in, and stroked it. The burning touch from the tiger's mouth and the hideous touch of the blue veins made Nianci's little mother beating wildly. Every time this time, there was an inexplicable excitement. The heart beat so hard that the little bad guy felt something behind him. Gradually, the two of them were breathing heavily, and the little mother of Nianci even gasped slightly, rubbed her forehead behind the man in her arms, like a cute little cat
Ah... Tianlong, little enemy, don't move, don't turn around, let me hug, that's it, um...
So big, so thick, so hot, bad things, such ugly smelly things, how many women will harm Ah, oh... it's big again... That gentle stroke and hot kiss made Tianlong lustful. Sitting in Nianci's mother's arms, she was beaten with a plane with bare hands. This feeling was like taking aphrodisiacs, making the little bad guy unable to control himself, and he couldn't help twisting. The soft and huge breasts behind him were pressed against his back, soft and hard, and the two small grapes were hard and chrome.
The TV screen is flashing, and the colorful programs are changing, from singing and dancing to sketches, from crosstalk to acrobatics. I don’t know how many programs I changed, but the men and women in lust have no idea at all. I don’t remember the time at all, and the breath gets thicker and thicker, the breath gets bigger and bigger, and the movements are getting hotter. Finally, the two hands hold together and stroke it hard, making the big eggplant flow out a little transparent juice, making the jade hands sticky. At this time, a handsome tall and small bad guy sits on the thigh of a charming mother Nianci. The mother Nianci hugged him from behind, gasping for him in a hurry, and stroking him with a big meat stick. The whole scene is extremely lewd taboo
Finally, the little bad guy who was so irresistible that he couldn't bear it, and no matter how much he turned around, he hugged Nianci's mother, who was also confused with her eyes, carried the long legs he had just sat on her shoulders, spread the wet panties and pushed them directly in, stretching the big crispy bag so that the white foam was spreading. The big eggplant grew into a giant python, and was eaten inch by the wide and plump crotch.
I feel so comfortable that Nianci's mother raised her beautiful neck as beautiful as a swan and moaned for a long time. She had been patient for a long time. Finally, the giant python entered the harbor. The extremely fullness and fullness of her dreams and the itchyness of her edges was scratched and itched to the bone. It brought a strong hormone that made women turn into beasts. When the giant python was stabbed in, she was the angel singing happily in heaven. When she was pulled out, she was the fallen soul crying in hell. Heaven and hell were only between entering and leaving.
Itchy, itchy; comfortable, bone-like comfort, the extremes of ice and fire, the air and deflation made Nianci's mother go crazy, sang indulgently like a black hair like a cloud, singing like a free love bird, singing in the sky, lifting her wide hips and wider buttocks as much as possible, so that the devil-like monster can enter deeper, deeper, more loudly, and more loudly, the drum-like rhythm becomes a hymn
The tip of the nose is against the tip of the nose, eyes are facing the eyes, the breath in the mouth hits each other's faces, blowing warmly, the cry in the woman's mouth becomes softer and longer, gradually connecting into one piece. After a rapid and tight pounding, it suddenly becomes extremely sensitive, and the whole body is trembling and trembling, hot and hot, the skin turns pink, sweaty, but the expression is particularly excited, and the waves are moaning higher than the waves. Tianlong knew that it was a critical moment, and held a pair of big white rabbits jumping around, and pushed the lower body into it dozens of times, grinding the woman's soul out of her body. ÁÁ screamed and spasmed like a bumpy mare and reached orgasm.
The TV is still dancing, celebrating the New Year, and the fan-like fan dances like flowers, Zhou Tao, Dong Qing, Li Sisi is charming and charming, but it is even more icing on the cake outside the TV. The little bad guy with black hair is sitting on the sofa, picking up Nianci's mother who is twitching as soft as mud and twitching, putting it on his legs. His fair and delicate buttocks pressed on his thighs covered with thick legs, making his buttocks look bigger, and he whimpered and swallowed the hideous giant python again.
The unbearable itchy feeling of Nianci's mother was so crazy that she sat on the man's legs and hugged each other tightly. This lotus-like posture was extremely shameful, but if she was still and let her squirmed inside, she would be so itchy that she would be crazy. Nianci's mother didn't want to think about anything anymore. Now she was just a woman, a complete woman, a woman who was held by the big boy in front of her and completed her completeness.
Like a mad mare, she was wielding her wildly on the grassland. Her long hair was the flying mane. Her huge and round butt was scattered like a hammer, making the water splash, white foam flew everywhere, and a series of meat sounds were like firecrackers. The proud white doves were flying so hard that the little bad guy was dazzled. Her eyes were covered with snow white. She couldn't help but pick up one, put it in her mouth and sucked it hard, sizzling it, and her nipples became redder and harder, making a sizzling sound. Her nipples became redder and harder.
AhAhAh... It's so itchy, so thick, oh... It's so heavy... It's going to die, oh... It's going to be worn to death by you again... The woman with plump and round legs like a big white swan was a rapid and high frequency that would have to twist her waist and grind it hard. Her big butt turned like a large millstone rotating at high speed. She no longer sat and pressed her randomly at the beginning without any rules, but gradually found the trick and began to learn to rotate regularly. She found that this would quench her thirst and relieve itching, and could maximize the contact between layers of flesh walls and the purple-black eggplant, so that the circle of meat would grind every corner.
AhAhAh...Oh...Stinky Dragon, smelly enemy, I'm dead, oh...Press you to death, sit you to death, Ah... So sour
It's going to die, it's going to die, wuwuwu AhAh... The little villain was not willing to be outdone. He hugged the big fat millstone, grabbed the snow-white and fat buttocks, and smashed it hard on his stomach. The movements on his mouth also increased the frequency, and the sucked the small grapes so swollen that they were congested, as if they were sucking out all the milk that didn't exist.
And what is even more disgusting is that every program of the Spring Festival Gala now, especially the crosstalk and sketch programs, basically has a clear social subject, covering the most popular focus topics of the year, such as empty nest families, migrant workers entering the city, housing prices, college students' employment, moral models, integrity issues, pseudo-expert mung bean gate incident, etc. It seems that the sketch crosstalk has completely transformed into a machine of national publicity, and the Spring Festival Gala has become a report of the two exchanges. Sketches with excellent reputation, such as Chen Peisi's "Eating Noodles" in the 1980s, will definitely not be able to step on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala now, because he has no social significance, and he will only laugh.
When a party that is essentially an entertainment program is supported by too much pressure that does not belong to its own connotation, the entertainment component will be reduced and the sound tube above will become the core spirit of its original core will no longer exist. This is why these skit crosstalks look so awkward. Can you not be embarrassed to rely on a so-called social issue theme?
In addition, the replacement of new and old blood is also very painful. Zhao Feng and Jiang Cai meet every year. No matter how bad the acting is, Wang Huangguo takes turns to meet every few years. As for the newcomers, how many places can they have? Many people like to take the Spring Festival Gala so big and so many people, and they are doing it every year. Naturally, aesthetic fatigue, audience requirements are getting higher and higher every year, and high-quality products are hard to find. Of course, it is difficult to adjust and satisfy everyone's words to prove that the Spring Festival Gala is not bad, but the audience's appetite is just a tricky one's appetite. I dare say, this is definitely a lie!
There is a program called "I Want to the Spring Festival Gala". Long'er is fine. It's very good. It is highly recommended. The programs in it should be creative, artistic, and quantity. No matter what aspect, they are much better than the Spring Festival Gala. There is no difficulty in finding high-quality products, but there are too many high-quality products. Therefore, the Spring Festival Gala is made like this without any interface. In the final analysis, it is because people can use talents without any restrictions, and as long as they are good, they can be played!
In fact, the Spring Festival Gala has reached a bottleneck now, and it will die if it doesn’t change. It’s a national ritual TV program that actually relies on Benshan to save the scene every year. For 1.4 billion people in a huge country, how funny and nonsensical is this? …
Nianci's mother's contemptuous and contemptuous complaints made her feel as if she was dumbfounded by the little villain sitting on her thighs. She never expected that the Spring Festival Gala, which had a good impression, was so unwelcome. She thought about it carefully and became more reasonable. She even more admired her. She thought that her mother Su Nianci was extraordinary, but no matter how high her level was, she was still panting under my crotch...
The show continues, but Nianci's mother's comments are becoming more and more casual. She commented on all the lighting and stages. She heard the little villain in confusion. She thought I didn't understand this, but I just sat on Nianci's mother's thighs with a different kind of beautiful scenery. Her long legs were soft and warm, and she was extremely comfortable. Not only did she sit back and sit inside.
Nianci's mother obviously also felt that the little villain in her arms who was taller than her, but she had a handsome face made Nianci's mother feel a strange sense of maternal love and compassion. She was hiding the experience of growing a single-parent family under her handsome face, and couldn't help but be attracted by the male aura of her son. It was wild, unruly, and strong masculine. This could be clearly felt in the depths of Nianci's mother's genes.
The slender and round arms were wrapped around the tall man on his legs. His beautiful nose was placed on the man's neck and smelled it. He kissed it like a dragonfly, which made the little bad guy itchy and hard to scratch. He was about to turn around but was stopped by Nianci's mother, but Nianci's mother was restless. She touched her white and simple hands everywhere, and was like a snake in Tianlong's clothes and pants. One hand pressed on the strong muscles and black hair and gently stroked the other one, but she got into her pants, and held up a big bulge there, rising and falling
It can be seen that Nianci's mother's expression was very intoxicating at this time. She liked to touch him and liked this solid, dark and rough feeling. This was so far away from the world she knew, so it seemed mysterious.
The little hand held the giant python that could not be grasped at all, rubbed it gently, put it in, and stroked it. The burning touch from the tiger's mouth and the hideous touch of the blue veins made Nianci's little mother beating wildly. Every time this time, there was an inexplicable excitement. The heart beat so hard that the little bad guy felt something behind him. Gradually, the two of them were breathing heavily, and the little mother of Nianci even gasped slightly, rubbed her forehead behind the man in her arms, like a cute little cat
Ah... Tianlong, little enemy, don't move, don't turn around, let me hug, that's it, um...
So big, so thick, so hot, bad things, such ugly smelly things, how many women will harm Ah, oh... it's big again... That gentle stroke and hot kiss made Tianlong lustful. Sitting in Nianci's mother's arms, she was beaten with a plane with bare hands. This feeling was like taking aphrodisiacs, making the little bad guy unable to control himself, and he couldn't help twisting. The soft and huge breasts behind him were pressed against his back, soft and hard, and the two small grapes were hard and chrome.
The TV screen is flashing, and the colorful programs are changing, from singing and dancing to sketches, from crosstalk to acrobatics. I don’t know how many programs I changed, but the men and women in lust have no idea at all. I don’t remember the time at all, and the breath gets thicker and thicker, the breath gets bigger and bigger, and the movements are getting hotter. Finally, the two hands hold together and stroke it hard, making the big eggplant flow out a little transparent juice, making the jade hands sticky. At this time, a handsome tall and small bad guy sits on the thigh of a charming mother Nianci. The mother Nianci hugged him from behind, gasping for him in a hurry, and stroking him with a big meat stick. The whole scene is extremely lewd taboo
Finally, the little bad guy who was so irresistible that he couldn't bear it, and no matter how much he turned around, he hugged Nianci's mother, who was also confused with her eyes, carried the long legs he had just sat on her shoulders, spread the wet panties and pushed them directly in, stretching the big crispy bag so that the white foam was spreading. The big eggplant grew into a giant python, and was eaten inch by the wide and plump crotch.
I feel so comfortable that Nianci's mother raised her beautiful neck as beautiful as a swan and moaned for a long time. She had been patient for a long time. Finally, the giant python entered the harbor. The extremely fullness and fullness of her dreams and the itchyness of her edges was scratched and itched to the bone. It brought a strong hormone that made women turn into beasts. When the giant python was stabbed in, she was the angel singing happily in heaven. When she was pulled out, she was the fallen soul crying in hell. Heaven and hell were only between entering and leaving.
Itchy, itchy; comfortable, bone-like comfort, the extremes of ice and fire, the air and deflation made Nianci's mother go crazy, sang indulgently like a black hair like a cloud, singing like a free love bird, singing in the sky, lifting her wide hips and wider buttocks as much as possible, so that the devil-like monster can enter deeper, deeper, more loudly, and more loudly, the drum-like rhythm becomes a hymn
The tip of the nose is against the tip of the nose, eyes are facing the eyes, the breath in the mouth hits each other's faces, blowing warmly, the cry in the woman's mouth becomes softer and longer, gradually connecting into one piece. After a rapid and tight pounding, it suddenly becomes extremely sensitive, and the whole body is trembling and trembling, hot and hot, the skin turns pink, sweaty, but the expression is particularly excited, and the waves are moaning higher than the waves. Tianlong knew that it was a critical moment, and held a pair of big white rabbits jumping around, and pushed the lower body into it dozens of times, grinding the woman's soul out of her body. ÁÁ screamed and spasmed like a bumpy mare and reached orgasm.
The TV is still dancing, celebrating the New Year, and the fan-like fan dances like flowers, Zhou Tao, Dong Qing, Li Sisi is charming and charming, but it is even more icing on the cake outside the TV. The little bad guy with black hair is sitting on the sofa, picking up Nianci's mother who is twitching as soft as mud and twitching, putting it on his legs. His fair and delicate buttocks pressed on his thighs covered with thick legs, making his buttocks look bigger, and he whimpered and swallowed the hideous giant python again.
The unbearable itchy feeling of Nianci's mother was so crazy that she sat on the man's legs and hugged each other tightly. This lotus-like posture was extremely shameful, but if she was still and let her squirmed inside, she would be so itchy that she would be crazy. Nianci's mother didn't want to think about anything anymore. Now she was just a woman, a complete woman, a woman who was held by the big boy in front of her and completed her completeness.
Like a mad mare, she was wielding her wildly on the grassland. Her long hair was the flying mane. Her huge and round butt was scattered like a hammer, making the water splash, white foam flew everywhere, and a series of meat sounds were like firecrackers. The proud white doves were flying so hard that the little bad guy was dazzled. Her eyes were covered with snow white. She couldn't help but pick up one, put it in her mouth and sucked it hard, sizzling it, and her nipples became redder and harder, making a sizzling sound. Her nipples became redder and harder.
AhAhAh... It's so itchy, so thick, oh... It's so heavy... It's going to die, oh... It's going to be worn to death by you again... The woman with plump and round legs like a big white swan was a rapid and high frequency that would have to twist her waist and grind it hard. Her big butt turned like a large millstone rotating at high speed. She no longer sat and pressed her randomly at the beginning without any rules, but gradually found the trick and began to learn to rotate regularly. She found that this would quench her thirst and relieve itching, and could maximize the contact between layers of flesh walls and the purple-black eggplant, so that the circle of meat would grind every corner.
AhAhAh...Oh...Stinky Dragon, smelly enemy, I'm dead, oh...Press you to death, sit you to death, Ah... So sour
It's going to die, it's going to die, wuwuwu AhAh... The little villain was not willing to be outdone. He hugged the big fat millstone, grabbed the snow-white and fat buttocks, and smashed it hard on his stomach. The movements on his mouth also increased the frequency, and the sucked the small grapes so swollen that they were congested, as if they were sucking out all the milk that didn't exist.
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