# 122 - Fishing: Brothers and Husbands (Part II)

Qin Wenge's voice is lazy and long, like a mountain stream reflecting the moon, like a flute in a distant mountain.

Qin Wenyu listened very happily, so he untied Qin Wenge's curse.

Qin Wenge was emotional, and holding Qin Wenyu was a turnover.

Qin Wenge's hand groped under the pillow and found a small fragrant jar.

The prodigal man Qin Wenge finally learned to prepare for "unforeseen needs".

He dug out a piece of crystal paste with his index finger, which was cold and transparent, which stimulated Qin Wenyu's backyard to tremble.

Qin Wenge: Brother, are you comfortable?

Qin Wenyu: Hmm......

Qin Wenge grabbed Qin Wenyu's hand and went down: Brother, you touch me too......

Qin asked Yu Qingpan: Ask Song, did you forget what to say?

Qin Wenge: Brother, good brother, please, please touch me......

Qin Wenyu touched Qin Wenge's breath.

Qin Wenge: Brother, I want to ......

Qin Wenyu: Huh?

Qin Wenge hurriedly changed his words: Good brother, please, let me kiss your most beautiful place.

Qin Wenyu's whole body was soft, in Qin Wenge's flexible and tumultuous tongue teasing.

Qin Wenge: Good brother, please, Wenge wants his brother, wants to go to your body, to your brother's heart......

Qin Wenyu's legs wrapped around Qin Wenge's tight waist, and his heels pressed against his beautifully curved buttocks.

Qin Wenge gently and violently roamed on Qin Wenyu's body, deep and shallow, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow.

It's dawning.

Qin Wenge sat cross-legged, and Qin Wenyu sat on his waist with his legs. The two of them hugged each other tightly, grinding their ears and temples until they died. Qin Wenge's long silver-white hair slowly spread and wrapped around the two of them, wrapping them tightly, and the adhesions were inseparable.

They are two enemies connected to each other in a cocoon, destined to be entangled for life and life, and will never turn into butterflies.

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Ghost Sikong: Oh, why do I think that fishing and fishing attack the heart and body, and the song attacks the body and the heart, it's so strange.

Resentful Soul Sikong: Fishing is pure suffering. The song is pure attack. Identification completed.

Ghost Sikong: But it's still weird......

The owner of the Zangjiao Building: Ghost classmate, you don't know anything. In ancient times, there was abstinence and the attack of the Doctrine of Silver, and now it is not to be attacked by the Doctrine of Doctrine.

The ghost Sikong thought so, and concentrated on taking small notes.