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Li Jiaojiao didn't know how much Meng Jingtong could see in just a short while, but she only knew that he picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.
You...what are you going to do...
Even Li Jiaojiao couldn't help feeling a little nervous at this moment. After all, she looked at the novel, and actually she would feel so wronged if she really took off her naked and spanked her.
Meng Jingtong hugged Li Jiaojiao not a princess hug, but held her butt with her hands like a child. After hearing her questions, she stopped and slapped her butt.
Punish you.
Li Jiaojiao shrank for a moment, looking very scared, but in fact she was the only one who knew how wet she was.
Meng Jingtong seemed to be the material that should be the controller in nature. The two short words spoken from his mouth were also given a numbing power.
Li Jiaojiao curled up in Meng Jingtong's arms like a cooked shrimp, her face pressing against his neck.
You...you are not allowed to beat it too hard, otherwise I will be angry!
Although the heat on her butt brought a numb feeling like an addiction, Li Jiaojiao was still bluffing very hard, even if she said this warning, she didn't believe it.
He was very fast, and Li Jiaojiao only recalled the scene in the novel where the heroine was ordered to lie on the bed by the male protagonist, and her hands were tied behind her, causing her to keep lifting her butt. Before she could remind Meng Jingtong not to tie her hands with a rope, she threw her onto the bed as if she was unloaded.
The mattress was very soft, and Li Jiaojiao didn't feel the pain, but there was a strange sense of humiliation churning in her chest, but this sense of humiliation did not make her feel resistant or frustrated.
Meng Jingtong, you
Before she could hold her hands up from the bed, Meng Jingtong took her hands and cut them back behind her. Instead of the novel's tied with a belt, Meng Jingtong's hands were replaced.
He had enough room to grasp Li Jiaojiao's wrists: his butt was raised.
At this time, the humiliation turned into a fierce stimulus as if the imperative words of Meng Jingtong had a certain chemical reaction. Li Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, and Meng Jingtong's slap fell down again.
Hold up.
At this moment, all her senses seemed to be concentrated on her buttocks, and this concentration once again amplified the tactile feeling like electric current on her buttocks.
Li Jiaojiao lay on the bed, raising her butt with difficulty. The round lines on her buttocks were wrapped in loose wide-leg pants, like aquatic animals coming out to breathe.
I can warn you, be gentle... I will really hurt me... I...
What do you do?
The slap that fell with Meng Jingtong's rhetoric made Li Jiaojiao subconsciously tremble: I'll sue my dad and ask my dad to hit you!
What kind of primary school speech is this?
Meng Jingtong recalled the brief meeting with Li Maogen in the hospital that day, and always felt that the seemingly easy-going and careless man seemed to have seen his relationship with Li Jiaojiao.
Because when Li Maogen looked at him, he always had a little scrutiny, even a dissatisfaction.
Meng Jingtong, how is Xiaotongtong...
The man's slap was just right, neither light nor heavy, neither like scratching his itch through the shoe, nor making the pain like a tsunami. It was no longer possible to slap several times in succession, and Li Jiaojiao could only act coquettishly.
What else can it be done, of course it's hard.
It should be said that when Meng Jingtong slapped Li Jiaojiao's buttocks, there was already a smell of awakening. As each slap fell, it swelled a little bit, and then squeezed between her legs in great apprehension.
But Meng Jingtong did not intend to release it, at least not now.
Take off your pants.
While he gave the order, his fingers had hooked on Li Jiaojiao's waist. With a little force on his forearm, the wide-leg pants with excellent drooping slid down Li Jiaojiao's buttocks.
Even if the girl's buttocks were hit through her pants, they turned slightly red, like peaches hanging on the branch that were not completely red. Meng Jingtong returned to the position where he beaten red.
Did you know that you were wrong?
Li Jiaojiao didn't know how much Meng Jingtong could see in just a short while, but she only knew that he picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.
You...what are you going to do...
Even Li Jiaojiao couldn't help feeling a little nervous at this moment. After all, she looked at the novel, and actually she would feel so wronged if she really took off her naked and spanked her.
Meng Jingtong hugged Li Jiaojiao not a princess hug, but held her butt with her hands like a child. After hearing her questions, she stopped and slapped her butt.
Punish you.
Li Jiaojiao shrank for a moment, looking very scared, but in fact she was the only one who knew how wet she was.
Meng Jingtong seemed to be the material that should be the controller in nature. The two short words spoken from his mouth were also given a numbing power.
Li Jiaojiao curled up in Meng Jingtong's arms like a cooked shrimp, her face pressing against his neck.
You...you are not allowed to beat it too hard, otherwise I will be angry!
Although the heat on her butt brought a numb feeling like an addiction, Li Jiaojiao was still bluffing very hard, even if she said this warning, she didn't believe it.
He was very fast, and Li Jiaojiao only recalled the scene in the novel where the heroine was ordered to lie on the bed by the male protagonist, and her hands were tied behind her, causing her to keep lifting her butt. Before she could remind Meng Jingtong not to tie her hands with a rope, she threw her onto the bed as if she was unloaded.
The mattress was very soft, and Li Jiaojiao didn't feel the pain, but there was a strange sense of humiliation churning in her chest, but this sense of humiliation did not make her feel resistant or frustrated.
Meng Jingtong, you
Before she could hold her hands up from the bed, Meng Jingtong took her hands and cut them back behind her. Instead of the novel's tied with a belt, Meng Jingtong's hands were replaced.
He had enough room to grasp Li Jiaojiao's wrists: his butt was raised.
At this time, the humiliation turned into a fierce stimulus as if the imperative words of Meng Jingtong had a certain chemical reaction. Li Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, and Meng Jingtong's slap fell down again.
Hold up.
At this moment, all her senses seemed to be concentrated on her buttocks, and this concentration once again amplified the tactile feeling like electric current on her buttocks.
Li Jiaojiao lay on the bed, raising her butt with difficulty. The round lines on her buttocks were wrapped in loose wide-leg pants, like aquatic animals coming out to breathe.
I can warn you, be gentle... I will really hurt me... I...
What do you do?
The slap that fell with Meng Jingtong's rhetoric made Li Jiaojiao subconsciously tremble: I'll sue my dad and ask my dad to hit you!
What kind of primary school speech is this?
Meng Jingtong recalled the brief meeting with Li Maogen in the hospital that day, and always felt that the seemingly easy-going and careless man seemed to have seen his relationship with Li Jiaojiao.
Because when Li Maogen looked at him, he always had a little scrutiny, even a dissatisfaction.
Meng Jingtong, how is Xiaotongtong...
The man's slap was just right, neither light nor heavy, neither like scratching his itch through the shoe, nor making the pain like a tsunami. It was no longer possible to slap several times in succession, and Li Jiaojiao could only act coquettishly.
What else can it be done, of course it's hard.
It should be said that when Meng Jingtong slapped Li Jiaojiao's buttocks, there was already a smell of awakening. As each slap fell, it swelled a little bit, and then squeezed between her legs in great apprehension.
But Meng Jingtong did not intend to release it, at least not now.
Take off your pants.
While he gave the order, his fingers had hooked on Li Jiaojiao's waist. With a little force on his forearm, the wide-leg pants with excellent drooping slid down Li Jiaojiao's buttocks.
Even if the girl's buttocks were hit through her pants, they turned slightly red, like peaches hanging on the branch that were not completely red. Meng Jingtong returned to the position where he beaten red.
Did you know that you were wrong?
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