*Part of the previous chapter 30 by river crabs*

Lu Shihan didn't stop her movements.

She leaned in and immediately felt the soldering iron in her tentacles heat up.

Wen Jiang's eyes were full of smiles, Lu Shihan's reaction came faster than she imagined, and maybe it came earlier than she thought.

Sao, and boring, she knew it was so.

Her hand was not regular, it didn't stop there, her hand held the tip of the trembling slightly, pinched it with two fingers, and pinched it.

The tremor felt by the fingertips was even more distinct, and it seemed extremely urgent.

His breath was even hotter in his ears, like a colorless fire that she had lit.

Hearing Jiang's smile, as soon as his lips and tongue loosened, he was about to break away from Lu Shihan's lips and teeth.

Lu Shihan scooped her up, covered her lips again, and pressed her against the wall next to the bathtub.

He also attacked with his fingers, returning the deep trembling to her.

Fingers slid down her hips from behind, slowly squeezing into her body.

He squeezed very slowly, so slow that Wen Jiang went from the initial tension to the last to want to make a sound to make him faster.

His fingers didn't enter a knuckle before he moved faster, instantly squeezing into her deepest depths.

A sense of emptiness suddenly covered Wen Jiang's whole body.

She went out of her body at the right time, and her already soft body was wet and the tide was non-stop.

His fingers were still being sent in, and the second one was squeezed in, and the warm hand touched her sensitive inner wall, and Wen Jiang couldn't help but snort.

Finally hooked to the bed, the moment Wen Jiang fell down and was pressed down by him, the corner of his eye swept to the side of the plastic bag on the corner cabinet next to a brand new stack of band-aids, a few boxes of unopened condoms, and the smile was even worse.

He was ready, though she was one step ahead.

The sense of fit outside of * made her eyes a little brighter.

Her eyes were soaked in water, and she tore with Lu Shihan, and the only remaining fabric on his body was quickly thrown to the ground in a mess.

□□'s chest leaped into her field of vision, and the barrier was clear.

Wen Jiang touched it and took a breath. She stroked carefully, like a blind man exploring the way, and the palm of her hand moved slowly, but she touched it for a long time.

She touched it, and his broad palms were not idle, gripping the heaving of her chest.

Wen Jiang breathed heavily, stretched out his arm to pull the sleeve in the plastic bag.

Lu Shihan glanced at it, helped her pull it over, disassembled it, and sent it to her.

Wen Jiang's hand trembled and unsteadily, and he couldn't put it on.

His weapon with a strong posture looked at her arrogantly and helplessly.

Lu Shihan held her wrist and helped her complete the whole movement.

□□ propped up, his hand on her chest suddenly withdrew, hugging her tightly and pressing it into his body.

Lu Shi was just right, and Wen Jiang felt that his whole body was stretched open by him, and his * was all submerged in her body.

Her feet trembled subconsciously, like a bird with broken wings lying on the ground and flapping its wings in an attempt to turn over, but in vain.

He buried himself deeply, plunged into it, and then suddenly withdrew.

Wen Jiang gasped and held her head high, except for him who was sweating like rain in front of her, the rest of the qi qi qi turned into a phantom, she opened her eyes, but she couldn't see clearly.

He withdrew, her body slumping on the bed.

Hearing Jiang's hard breath, but unwilling to be whipped by him, she suddenly hooked the back of his head and got up, sending her body up to fit him.

Lu Shihan kissed her lips and grinded gently.

This time he went slowly, grazing her side and sliding in.

Wen Jiang's legs bent out of strength, and he pinched her knees with both hands and lifted her legs up slightly.

□□ continued, Wen Jiang overflowed with fine □□ one by one, feeling his unsoftened weapon attacking again and again.

She was like a half-bent paper clip, and without his external assistance, her body could no longer stand upright.

It seems that his body is about to be broken by him, and he sinks in this thick* and cannot be reborn forever.

His powerful waist □□ before her eyes.

The light in the room was dim, but the night in front of Wen Jiang's eyes seemed to be white, only the □□ intertwined body of him and her, the white of the complexion.

He was full of skill, and Wen Jiang felt the ultimate pleasure in his whimpering.

□□ didn't exert any force, but his voice was completely dumb.

At the end of this extreme sport, it was he who broke her tipping point, her constant gasps ringing in her ears, and he vented in her drunken eyebrows.

This room is full of charm, and the wind and rain outside the window are addictive.

Smelling ginger is like taking a drug all night, intoxicated at the first encounter, and □□ after inhalation.

The name of this drug is his ...... body.

Lu Shihan didn't stop her movements.

She leaned in and immediately felt the soldering iron in her tentacles heat up.

Wen Jiang's eyes were full of smiles, Lu Shihan's reaction came faster than she imagined, and maybe it came earlier than she thought.

Sao, and boring, she knew it was so.

Her hand was not regular, it didn't stop there, her hand held the tip of the trembling slightly, pinched it with two fingers, and pinched it.

The tremor felt by the fingertips was even more distinct, and it seemed extremely urgent.

His breath was even hotter in his ears, like a colorless fire that she had lit.

Hearing Jiang's smile, as soon as his lips and tongue loosened, he was about to break away from Lu Shihan's lips and teeth.

Lu Shihan scooped her up, covered her lips again, and pressed her against the wall next to the bathtub.

He also attacked with his fingers, returning the deep trembling to her.

Fingers slid down her hips from behind, slowly squeezing into her body.

He squeezed very slowly, so slow that Wen Jiang went from the initial tension to the last to want to make a sound to make him faster.

His fingers didn't enter a knuckle before he moved faster, instantly squeezing into her deepest depths.

A sense of emptiness suddenly covered Wen Jiang's whole body.

She went out of her body at the right time, and her already soft body was wet and the tide was non-stop.

His fingers were still being sent in, and the second one was squeezed in, and the warm hand touched her sensitive inner wall, and Wen Jiang couldn't help but snort.

Finally hooked to the bed, the moment Wen Jiang fell down and was pressed down by him, the corner of his eye swept to the side of the plastic bag on the corner cabinet next to a brand new stack of band-aids, a few boxes of unopened condoms, and the smile was even worse.

He was ready, though she was one step ahead.

The sense of fit outside of * made her eyes a little brighter.

Her eyes were soaked in water, and she tore with Lu Shihan, and the only remaining fabric on his body was quickly thrown to the ground in a mess.

□□'s chest leaped into her field of vision, and the barrier was clear.

Wen Jiang touched it and took a breath. She stroked carefully, like a blind man exploring the way, and the palm of her hand moved slowly, but she touched it for a long time.

She touched it, and his broad palms were not idle, gripping the heaving of her chest.

Wen Jiang breathed heavily, stretched out his arm to pull the sleeve in the plastic bag.

Lu Shihan glanced at it, helped her pull it over, disassembled it, and sent it to her.

Wen Jiang's hand trembled and unsteadily, and he couldn't put it on.

His weapon with a strong posture looked at her arrogantly and helplessly.

Lu Shihan held her wrist and helped her complete the whole movement.

□□ propped up, his hand on her chest suddenly withdrew, hugging her tightly and pressing it into his body.

Lu Shi was just right, and Wen Jiang felt that his whole body was stretched open by him, and his * was all submerged in her body.

Her feet trembled subconsciously, like a bird with broken wings lying on the ground and flapping its wings in an attempt to turn over, but in vain.

He buried himself deep in it, and then suddenly withdrew.

Wen Jiang gasped and held her head high, except for him who was sweating like rain in front of her, the rest of the qi qi qi turned into a phantom, she opened her eyes, but she couldn't see clearly.

He withdrew, her body slumping on the bed.

Hearing Jiang's hard breath, but unwilling to be whipped by him, she suddenly hooked the back of his head and got up, sending her body up to fit him.

Lu Shihan kissed her lips and grinded gently.

This time he went slowly, grazing her side and sliding in.

Wen Jiang's legs bent out of strength, and he pinched her knees with both hands and lifted her legs up slightly.

□□ continued, Wen Jiang overflowed with fine □□ one by one, feeling his unsoftened weapon attacking again and again.

She was like a half-bent paper clip, and without his external assistance, her body could no longer stand upright.

It seems that his body is about to be broken by him, and he sinks in this thick* and cannot be reborn forever.

His powerful waist □□ before her eyes.

The light in the room was dim, but the night in front of Wen Jiang's eyes seemed to be white, only the □□ intertwined body of him and her, the white of the complexion.

He was full of skill, and Wen Jiang felt the ultimate pleasure in his whimpering.

□□ didn't exert any force, but his voice was completely dumb.

At the end of this extreme sport, it was he who broke her tipping point, her constant gasps ringing in her ears, and he vented in her drunken eyebrows.

This room is full of charm, and the wind and rain outside the window are addictive.

Smelling ginger is like taking a drug all night, intoxicated at the first encounter, and □□ after inhalation.

The name of this drug is his ...... body.