Like all actresses, Shabby showed good professional ethics and showed extreme cooperation with male actors as soon as she entered the filming process.
At this time, she seemed to be no longer the Shabby who had love and hatred in life, but just a character needed in front of the camera.
This is the quality of all actors, a pair of life-and-death rivals who never interact with each other. In the film, they may play a couple with deep affection or a friend who is loyal to each other. They can achieve a close relationship in front of the camera. Once the shutdown order is issued, they can quickly withdraw from the play and continue to recover to their actual hatred like a chicken.
Shabby is like this, and once the filming begins, she plays her actress role well.
Rotten Fish Head stretched out its arms and held Shabi, who was shaking like a willow branch. Her huge hands gently sootheed the bulge of Shabi's white shirt. Shabi was immersed in the dreamlike state, and her head became huge and heavy. She gently placed on the Rotten Fish Head, like a tired bird, leaning alone on a strong giant pine.
Director Zhao watched the opening episode and couldn't help but secretly applaud. It's great. Shaby performed so well today.
Rotten Fish Head Pressed his face to Shaby's half-wake-up face, kissed Shaby's earlobe, and then kissed her face as soft as snow and as bright as a red lantern. Shaby let out a slight moan. Rotten Fish Head slid along Shaby's smooth and greased cheeks to Shaby's delicate lips that shone with a lonely cherry-like red light.
Shabby's mouth opened slightly, as if to make the gradually hot breathing look for a bigger outlet.
Her lips were clean and sweet, and the thin lip path was clearly textured under the reflection of the lipstick, as if the most scorching sensitivity of a woman was condensed on it.
Shabi cooperated well, and her small bright red tongue poked out between her slightly opened lips.
The Rotten Fish Head's mouth kissed her, pressing against her lips that exuded a faint fragrance, touching the delicateest folds on her fine lips, and then swallowing Shabby's weak and unscathing lips like a big shark.
Shaby's whole body felt like she was shocked, and she made a tremor involuntarily (of course this can be done by acting skills). The Rotten Fish Head pushed his savage tongue like a poisonous scorpion into Shaby's mouth.
Shabby stretched out her small, bright red tongue to welcome the visit of the Rotten Fish Head. She was trembling like a small fish that stimulated a shark, avoiding the encroachment of the Rotten Fish Head's tongue and tentatively touching the Rotten Fish Head's tongue.
The mouth of the rotten fish head opened like a trap. When Shaby's small tongue tentatively teased his arrival again, he took a sudden breath and sucked into Shaby's warm little tongue, like a big shark finally catching the prey perfectly.
A sweet liquid melted into the mouth of Rotten Fish Head. Rotten Fish Head felt that Shabby's mouth was filled with a lotus root fragrance. This fragrance floated from the depths of her body and oozed out from every surging liquid in her mouth, like a cup of freshly opened wine, emitting a long-standing rich charm.
Shabby did not kiss the disgusting smell from the mouth of the Rotten Fish Head, but felt that the dry and stimulating smell of mint was filled with her, which made her very satisfied. Today's Rotten Fish Head did have sufficient cleaning, at least achieving a neutral smell, and a woman should be satisfied.
So, she felt like a tightening flower, slowly starting to bloom.
Rotten Fish Head sucked Shabi's tongue while stroking Shabi's breasts. The buttons of Shabi's white shirt were unbuttoned, and Rotten Fish Head's hand reached into the cup, like a large army fully armed to the teeth, wrapping Shabi's breasts into an iron bucket.
The original complete cup was pushed out of the original position of the breast, and the rotten fish head hand replaced the cup's possession of Shabi, gently grasping Shabi's small breasts, like grasping a piece of dough without shape.
Rotten Fish Head Let go of the hand that was holding Shabi's waist, put Shabi down on the pillow, then grabbed Shabi's shoulder, pulled Shabi halfway down, unbuttoned all the buttons of her white shirt, peeled off her shirt, and pulled it out of her sleeves. The cup inside could no longer be covered, and was squeezed around the edge of Shabi's breasts.
At this time, she seemed to be no longer the Shabby who had love and hatred in life, but just a character needed in front of the camera.
This is the quality of all actors, a pair of life-and-death rivals who never interact with each other. In the film, they may play a couple with deep affection or a friend who is loyal to each other. They can achieve a close relationship in front of the camera. Once the shutdown order is issued, they can quickly withdraw from the play and continue to recover to their actual hatred like a chicken.
Shabby is like this, and once the filming begins, she plays her actress role well.
Rotten Fish Head stretched out its arms and held Shabi, who was shaking like a willow branch. Her huge hands gently sootheed the bulge of Shabi's white shirt. Shabi was immersed in the dreamlike state, and her head became huge and heavy. She gently placed on the Rotten Fish Head, like a tired bird, leaning alone on a strong giant pine.
Director Zhao watched the opening episode and couldn't help but secretly applaud. It's great. Shaby performed so well today.
Rotten Fish Head Pressed his face to Shaby's half-wake-up face, kissed Shaby's earlobe, and then kissed her face as soft as snow and as bright as a red lantern. Shaby let out a slight moan. Rotten Fish Head slid along Shaby's smooth and greased cheeks to Shaby's delicate lips that shone with a lonely cherry-like red light.
Shabby's mouth opened slightly, as if to make the gradually hot breathing look for a bigger outlet.
Her lips were clean and sweet, and the thin lip path was clearly textured under the reflection of the lipstick, as if the most scorching sensitivity of a woman was condensed on it.
Shabi cooperated well, and her small bright red tongue poked out between her slightly opened lips.
The Rotten Fish Head's mouth kissed her, pressing against her lips that exuded a faint fragrance, touching the delicateest folds on her fine lips, and then swallowing Shabby's weak and unscathing lips like a big shark.
Shaby's whole body felt like she was shocked, and she made a tremor involuntarily (of course this can be done by acting skills). The Rotten Fish Head pushed his savage tongue like a poisonous scorpion into Shaby's mouth.
Shabby stretched out her small, bright red tongue to welcome the visit of the Rotten Fish Head. She was trembling like a small fish that stimulated a shark, avoiding the encroachment of the Rotten Fish Head's tongue and tentatively touching the Rotten Fish Head's tongue.
The mouth of the rotten fish head opened like a trap. When Shaby's small tongue tentatively teased his arrival again, he took a sudden breath and sucked into Shaby's warm little tongue, like a big shark finally catching the prey perfectly.
A sweet liquid melted into the mouth of Rotten Fish Head. Rotten Fish Head felt that Shabby's mouth was filled with a lotus root fragrance. This fragrance floated from the depths of her body and oozed out from every surging liquid in her mouth, like a cup of freshly opened wine, emitting a long-standing rich charm.
Shabby did not kiss the disgusting smell from the mouth of the Rotten Fish Head, but felt that the dry and stimulating smell of mint was filled with her, which made her very satisfied. Today's Rotten Fish Head did have sufficient cleaning, at least achieving a neutral smell, and a woman should be satisfied.
So, she felt like a tightening flower, slowly starting to bloom.
Rotten Fish Head sucked Shabi's tongue while stroking Shabi's breasts. The buttons of Shabi's white shirt were unbuttoned, and Rotten Fish Head's hand reached into the cup, like a large army fully armed to the teeth, wrapping Shabi's breasts into an iron bucket.
The original complete cup was pushed out of the original position of the breast, and the rotten fish head hand replaced the cup's possession of Shabi, gently grasping Shabi's small breasts, like grasping a piece of dough without shape.
Rotten Fish Head Let go of the hand that was holding Shabi's waist, put Shabi down on the pillow, then grabbed Shabi's shoulder, pulled Shabi halfway down, unbuttoned all the buttons of her white shirt, peeled off her shirt, and pulled it out of her sleeves. The cup inside could no longer be covered, and was squeezed around the edge of Shabi's breasts.
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