A small yellow car was parked in front of Song's house, and his legs were stepped out as the door opened. He stepped on a pair of lotus tattooed shoes under the modified A-line skirt of the sky.
The woman got out of the car, took the master's hand over to her luggage and souvenirs, and stepped into the mansion with brisk steps.
The flowers in the garden were neatly arranged, and the old car at home was rarely parked aside. You could tell at a glance that they were both there.
She curled her lips, opened the door, and shouted: super!
In my impression, the clean and neat living room was covered with clothes and toilet paper, and then a lewd and fishy smell came to my nose.
As her luggage landed on the ground, she pulled out her sunglasses and walked into the house. Her lipstick-skinned mouth gradually became O-shaped.
The man's top and the woman's nightgown overlapped on the ground, a pair of small lace briefs lying on the chair, and a pair of men's underwear hung on the edge of the table, which was very familiar.
Familiar, of course familiar.
Because she bought the boxers.
He trembled and slowly walked upstairs.
The door of the bedroom on the second floor was half-closed, and the woman pushed it open and roared: Song, Jun, Yan!Your fucking little bastard...
Before Zi could blurt out, she was frightened by the scene in front of her.
The tall man lies on his back, sleeping with a petite body beside his dark arms, and the snow-white lotus root arms are half exposed, fragrant and seductive.
Out of his profession, Song Junyan was nervous and woke up immediately. He glanced at him and saw his mother standing at the door, trembling with a finger towards him.
He shook, subconsciously turned sideways, pulled the quilt to cover the sleeping little woman, and turned around and asked his mother to go out first with her mouth shape.
Sister Jiang came to her senses, gritted her teeth, glared at the little bastard fiercely, and made a neck wiping, asking him to get out immediately, then closed the door and went downstairs softly.
Song Junyan had a headache and couldn't bear to leave Nuanyu Wenxiang, so he had to explain. While putting on his clothes, he thought about how to explain.
Say he was seduced?
With his mother's temperament, he probably mocked him for establishing his shortcomings and then praised Gu Qingqian.
Say they are in love?
Tsk, his mother would probably mock him for not looking down on others at the beginning...
It's troublesome to explain, so I'd just forget it.
I knew where, as soon as I stepped downstairs, my mother rushed up with her chicken feathers.
Bad boy!Bastard!How could I have a son like you!You are still a policeman!Very shameless!
My son's skin was thick and thick. Sister Jiang knocked it for about ten times and then sweated all over. She threw away the chicken feathers and said: But... it was done well!
Song Junyan's mouth twitched, thinking in his heart that he could not keep up with his mother's thinking.
No, if you want to praise him, why should you use a stick to beat him?
Sister Jiang was angry and said, "It's so good, but when I think of Qianqian's beautiful flower being inserted into your cow dung, I feel... I can't calm down!"
He pinched the place where he had been pumped and reminded: Don’t harass Qianqian for such reasons.
Yo!This protects Ah?Sister Jiang snorted: I haven’t even cleared you!
Song Junyan snorted, rubbed his neck and headed towards the door, and carried the luggage and souvenirs all over the floor into the kitchen.
Little boy, tell me, are you taking the initiative or Qianqian taking the initiative?
I.
Bah, I don’t believe it!
Sister Jiang frowned and looked disgusted. If an iron tree can bloom, the sows can climb trees.
Song Junyan decided not to pay attention to his mother anymore, poured two glasses of water, one to moisten her throat, and the other to block her mouth.
After he finished drinking quickly, he filled the empty cup again, and said, Qianqian probably woke up and slipped upstairs to isolate all jokes.
Sister Jiang curled her lips and pretended.He hummed a small song and went into the kitchen, and used Class 18 to cook and make dishes.
Meiren Gu, who woke up slowly, had no idea about the fact that the mother and son were so moved that she was sore all over. She felt that she was run over by a gravel cart and her fingers moved.
I made a lot of money, and there were several posters of NBA stars on the wall of the room, several pairs of shoe boxes and a basketball were placed next to the door, and several trophies were on the bookcase. The energetic boy and his teammates were hugging each other. A photo could represent the joy of winning the award at that time.
The whole room was dark tones, with the ebony wardrobe, desk, and iron-gray quilt and pillows not the colors that would appear in her room. The only one was the peach-colored tassel hanging on the head of the bed, the Khotan green jade beads were moist and full, and you could tell that they had been played with for a long time at a glance.
She slowly sat up, reached out to get the clamp, and the blanket slipped down. Only then did she see clearly that her snow-white skin was covered with purple marks, and there were several tooth marks next to her breast lees. She couldn't help but curse Song Junyan in secretly, indeed, she bite whatever she saw.
There was a liquid flowing downward in her lower abdomen. The mouth of her vagina shrank, and she was very embarrassed. Her body was full of the man's things inside and outside, fishy and sticky, and she couldn't help but want to get out of bed and take a shower.
The door opened, and the dog man took a cup of boiling water into the room.
Gu Qingqian felt angry, and turned her head away, and met someone's secretly hiding.
Song Junyan coughed awkwardly, handed her a water cup to moisten her throat. He had no intention of explaining what he had to do to take the pinch for himself, so he turned on the topic and my mother was back.
Gu Qingqian was stunned. A few drops of water spilled, and she pursed her lips and her face turned a little blue.
He patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: Don't worry, she is not unhappy.
...I'm still happy.
real?Gu Qingqian is still worried.
Since childhood, as long as a male classmate confessed to her, the other party's mother would come up immediately. When she saw her appearance, she would scold her vixen and seduce their sons.
Will Sister Jiang be too...
Really, now I am excited to cook for you and say I want to nourish you well...
He leaned against her ear, saying something, after all, her son had empty your body.
Her fingertips streaked across her waist, and her little face became hot.
Song Junyan smiled and kissed her. His thin lips touched the soft lips. He couldn't help but pressed the person down.
Gu Qingqian hurriedly reached out to stop him, don't, I want to take a shower... I'm so dirty...
Wash together?He held her ears in his mouth and teased his tone.
don't want……
The little woman was probably shy, so she pushed him away, rolled out of the bed, took his coat away, and trotted upstairs.
The woman got out of the car, took the master's hand over to her luggage and souvenirs, and stepped into the mansion with brisk steps.
The flowers in the garden were neatly arranged, and the old car at home was rarely parked aside. You could tell at a glance that they were both there.
She curled her lips, opened the door, and shouted: super!
In my impression, the clean and neat living room was covered with clothes and toilet paper, and then a lewd and fishy smell came to my nose.
As her luggage landed on the ground, she pulled out her sunglasses and walked into the house. Her lipstick-skinned mouth gradually became O-shaped.
The man's top and the woman's nightgown overlapped on the ground, a pair of small lace briefs lying on the chair, and a pair of men's underwear hung on the edge of the table, which was very familiar.
Familiar, of course familiar.
Because she bought the boxers.
He trembled and slowly walked upstairs.
The door of the bedroom on the second floor was half-closed, and the woman pushed it open and roared: Song, Jun, Yan!Your fucking little bastard...
Before Zi could blurt out, she was frightened by the scene in front of her.
The tall man lies on his back, sleeping with a petite body beside his dark arms, and the snow-white lotus root arms are half exposed, fragrant and seductive.
Out of his profession, Song Junyan was nervous and woke up immediately. He glanced at him and saw his mother standing at the door, trembling with a finger towards him.
He shook, subconsciously turned sideways, pulled the quilt to cover the sleeping little woman, and turned around and asked his mother to go out first with her mouth shape.
Sister Jiang came to her senses, gritted her teeth, glared at the little bastard fiercely, and made a neck wiping, asking him to get out immediately, then closed the door and went downstairs softly.
Song Junyan had a headache and couldn't bear to leave Nuanyu Wenxiang, so he had to explain. While putting on his clothes, he thought about how to explain.
Say he was seduced?
With his mother's temperament, he probably mocked him for establishing his shortcomings and then praised Gu Qingqian.
Say they are in love?
Tsk, his mother would probably mock him for not looking down on others at the beginning...
It's troublesome to explain, so I'd just forget it.
I knew where, as soon as I stepped downstairs, my mother rushed up with her chicken feathers.
Bad boy!Bastard!How could I have a son like you!You are still a policeman!Very shameless!
My son's skin was thick and thick. Sister Jiang knocked it for about ten times and then sweated all over. She threw away the chicken feathers and said: But... it was done well!
Song Junyan's mouth twitched, thinking in his heart that he could not keep up with his mother's thinking.
No, if you want to praise him, why should you use a stick to beat him?
Sister Jiang was angry and said, "It's so good, but when I think of Qianqian's beautiful flower being inserted into your cow dung, I feel... I can't calm down!"
He pinched the place where he had been pumped and reminded: Don’t harass Qianqian for such reasons.
Yo!This protects Ah?Sister Jiang snorted: I haven’t even cleared you!
Song Junyan snorted, rubbed his neck and headed towards the door, and carried the luggage and souvenirs all over the floor into the kitchen.
Little boy, tell me, are you taking the initiative or Qianqian taking the initiative?
I.
Bah, I don’t believe it!
Sister Jiang frowned and looked disgusted. If an iron tree can bloom, the sows can climb trees.
Song Junyan decided not to pay attention to his mother anymore, poured two glasses of water, one to moisten her throat, and the other to block her mouth.
After he finished drinking quickly, he filled the empty cup again, and said, Qianqian probably woke up and slipped upstairs to isolate all jokes.
Sister Jiang curled her lips and pretended.He hummed a small song and went into the kitchen, and used Class 18 to cook and make dishes.
Meiren Gu, who woke up slowly, had no idea about the fact that the mother and son were so moved that she was sore all over. She felt that she was run over by a gravel cart and her fingers moved.
I made a lot of money, and there were several posters of NBA stars on the wall of the room, several pairs of shoe boxes and a basketball were placed next to the door, and several trophies were on the bookcase. The energetic boy and his teammates were hugging each other. A photo could represent the joy of winning the award at that time.
The whole room was dark tones, with the ebony wardrobe, desk, and iron-gray quilt and pillows not the colors that would appear in her room. The only one was the peach-colored tassel hanging on the head of the bed, the Khotan green jade beads were moist and full, and you could tell that they had been played with for a long time at a glance.
She slowly sat up, reached out to get the clamp, and the blanket slipped down. Only then did she see clearly that her snow-white skin was covered with purple marks, and there were several tooth marks next to her breast lees. She couldn't help but curse Song Junyan in secretly, indeed, she bite whatever she saw.
There was a liquid flowing downward in her lower abdomen. The mouth of her vagina shrank, and she was very embarrassed. Her body was full of the man's things inside and outside, fishy and sticky, and she couldn't help but want to get out of bed and take a shower.
The door opened, and the dog man took a cup of boiling water into the room.
Gu Qingqian felt angry, and turned her head away, and met someone's secretly hiding.
Song Junyan coughed awkwardly, handed her a water cup to moisten her throat. He had no intention of explaining what he had to do to take the pinch for himself, so he turned on the topic and my mother was back.
Gu Qingqian was stunned. A few drops of water spilled, and she pursed her lips and her face turned a little blue.
He patted her on the shoulder and comforted her: Don't worry, she is not unhappy.
...I'm still happy.
real?Gu Qingqian is still worried.
Since childhood, as long as a male classmate confessed to her, the other party's mother would come up immediately. When she saw her appearance, she would scold her vixen and seduce their sons.
Will Sister Jiang be too...
Really, now I am excited to cook for you and say I want to nourish you well...
He leaned against her ear, saying something, after all, her son had empty your body.
Her fingertips streaked across her waist, and her little face became hot.
Song Junyan smiled and kissed her. His thin lips touched the soft lips. He couldn't help but pressed the person down.
Gu Qingqian hurriedly reached out to stop him, don't, I want to take a shower... I'm so dirty...
Wash together?He held her ears in his mouth and teased his tone.
don't want……
The little woman was probably shy, so she pushed him away, rolled out of the bed, took his coat away, and trotted upstairs.
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