She also practiced boxing, although women practice boxing, they will not be as strong as men, but the lines are beautiful, the waist is thin and tight, and there is no trace of fat.

He was reluctant to touch such skin for a while, but for a while, he wanted to bite it hard. But Bo Yan was light for a while, heavy for a while, Xia Siyu's perception was very bad: "What about you fight mosquitoes?"

"Then I'm going to exert myself?"

Xia Siyu didn't speak, just turned his head again and snorted.

Not to mention, although Bo Yan has never learned massage, he learned Sanda when he was a child, and when he grew up, he worked out for a long time under the guidance of a coach, and he needed to relieve that muscle, and that acupuncture point needed to be pressed hard.

He tentatively increased his strength and pressed on Xia Siyu's shoulder, and with this finger, Xia Siyu said "um" comfortably, and even curled up his toes.

Bo Yan was originally just for fun, the massage was fake, and the touch was real. Unexpectedly, looking at Xia Siyu's enjoyment, he really began to study massage seriously.

First the shoulders, then the arms, the fingers, then back to the back, smeared some essential oils, and continued to work hard.

After pressing his back, he was still very dedicated to massaging his legs and feet. The legs have stomach meridians, liver meridians, and the feet have numerous reflex areas.

When Bo Yan rubbed her back, he was still able to control himself. But when he smeared the essential oil and began to pinch his feet, he originally thought that he would be very disgusted. But unexpectedly, he didn't reject it at all.

Xia Siyu took a bath last night and smeared body lotion on her feet. She is an artist, and she pays great attention to body care, not only her face, but also on her body, hands, and feet. In addition to the body lotion, it is also cleaned regularly with scrubs, so when her feet are in the palm of his hand, they are white and slippery, like a small soup bag, as if they can be eaten directly with vinegar.

Her feet weren't very large, a normal thirty-six yard, and delicate ankles. There is no peculiar smell, but because of the body lotion, it naturally reveals a fragrance, and when you press it, it seems to pinch the clouds.

Bo Yan didn't understand why so many people were "foot control". There is also a saying that whether a beautiful woman is beautiful or not depends on her feet. Once when he pinched her feet, he had the urge to kiss, but now it is different, he not only wants to kiss, but also wants to gnaw, as if even the bones are soft, chew and chew and swallow.

Fortunately, she is his wife, and he is entitled to enjoy it. At first, he was still massaging seriously, but when he rubbed his feet, it was as if he had done a horse killing chicken, and he always felt that there was a hot flow all over his body, and finally it collected into his lower abdomen.

His parts involuntarily began to activate.

BUT NO, FIRST, HE'S NOT A PERVERT, AND EVEN IF HE LIKES IT, HE CAN'T REALLY HOLD HER JIO TO GNAW. Second, he has served her for so long, and he will have to let her take the initiative later, so as to offset his current hard work!

Trying to suppress his emotions, Bo Yan lowered his head again, and finally finished pinching his feet and went up along his ankles.

Her legs are thin, long and straight, but fortunately this thing didn't practice taekwondo, and she didn't practice her calves. She doesn't wear high heels for her daily activities, so her toes and calves are beautiful.

That's not the point, though.

Bo Yan smeared the essential oil, followed the liver meridian all the way, and reached the top of the leg.