"So fast?"

The surprised poem whispered, with questioning eyes, looking Jiang Cheng up and down.

"Isn't it normal to be on the trumpet faster?"

「...... Oh, it's okay, it's not that fast."

"What do you mean?"

Give you a look and experience it for yourself.

Noticing Jiang Cheng's slight squint, his eyes full of threat.

The poem whispered and quickly raised a flattering smile.

"No, no, quickly, it means that you are in good health."

"Hmph...... Go to bed and lie down on your own."

Leave this sentence behind.

Jiang Cheng was the first to climb onto the bed.

"It's not time to go to bed yet, what are you dreaming about?"

She was so reserved, how could she pass obediently.

Isn't that for nothing?

"Come over here, have a fun time with you."

"What's interesting?"

A question.

The poem's whispering eyes are aimed somewhere.

"What else could you have interesting?"

The woman's gaze is too obvious.

Completely undisguised.

Three black lines hung on his forehead, and Jiang Cheng threatened.

"You take another look, and I'll let you try."

"Hey...... Don't, don't, don't."

As obedient as her, the poem stood up softly.

Xiao Xiaobu moved to the side of the bed and lay down as well.

She's super good.

As soon as he lay down, he immediately turned his back to Jiang Cheng.

It's just convenient for Jiang Cheng, paste it directly, and hold the charming woman from behind.

"There is a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not."

"What do you say?"

"If you want to take advantage of me, just say it directly, and I'm not unwilling."

「...... Can't you take advantage of me?"

"The walls of my house are not as hard as your mouth."

"Prizes, prizes."

「......」

Jiang Cheng is not simply to take advantage of the poetry whisper.

More importantly, take two breaths of European gas.

It's not that if you have contact with someone who is lucky, you will also get a little luck.

So he has to inhale the European breath of poetry and whispering.

Then draw a jackpot.

Suck Suck Suck ......

It smells so good.

This kind of taste can make Jiang Cheng's whole person burn.

The more you suck, the more you want to suck.

The more I sucked, the more I wanted to hug the poem and whisper.

"Don't push it, it's very tight."

"That's not going to work?"

Jiang Cheng still relaxed a little.

"Huh...... Don't say that word then."

"I don't understand, I just know, just don't cry."

"Blow, blow hard, the more people who don't have it, the more they care."

"It's okay, you can still be stubborn now, I hope you can hold it in the future."

"I have a story you'd like to hear?"

"Tell me."

The poem whispers and does not say it directly.

Instead, he twisted his body and found his position.

It is skillful to hold the boy's chest against the back.

Otherwise, it's hard to top!

Jiang Cheng, who was quiet, adjusted it accordingly.

Much more comfortable!

Ahead, where Jiang Cheng couldn't see it, Shi whispered the corners of his mouth slightly.

What a perverted boy.

What else is there to pretend?

The charm of this big beauty is not so pleasant!

Hum......

"Before, there was a family

The big tank sends bean sprouts."

"They take good care of the sprouts, and the sprouts grow very quickly."

"Every sprout is so crystal clear, it's not small."

"It's finally harvest time."

"All the sprouts were scooped up and washed in a large tank."

"After washing, I scooped up the sprouts again, but there was still one left in it."

"In line with the principle of not wasting it, the uncle wants to pick it up."

"Then he put his hand down and fished it out."

"Who knows, you won't be able to get it."

"This toothpick is a big vat and it's slippery."

The story is over, and Jiang Cheng's temper also comes up.

The big hand attached to the woman's small belly rubbed it a little harder.

Jiang Cheng, who gritted his teeth, smiled strangely.

"How, want to do it yourself?"

The little belly is rubbed.

Surprised, the poem whispered softly, and couldn't help shrinking her little belly.

The woman laughed and trembled.

"No, I'm just telling a very ordinary story, don't you think about it."

"I don't care, you hurt my young heart, you have to make it up to me."

"I'll have you dinner tomorrow."

"I'm not eating from you one day."

Poetry whispers: "......"

Boy.

How can you say such a thing with confidence?

Eat soft rice, don't you hide it?

Jiang Cheng rubbed it again, and then let go of his little belly.

"Let me touch it, and I'll forgive you."

「...... Touch what?"

"Uh......"

Where do you want to touch it?

Jiang Cheng also had a little hesitation.

Small belly is fun.

But it's not good to touch a small belly.

Girls tend to be shy.

And it's also more dangerous.

So......

"I'm going to touch your calves."

「......」

The poem whispered silently and hesitated.

"If you can't have a calf, then you have a thigh."

「...... Forget it, you'd better touch your calves."

I don't know why, the poem whispered without thinking about struggling.

Obviously, she can not let Jiang Cheng touch it.

If she refuses.

It is impossible for Jiang Cheng to come hard.

"Then I touched it."

Jiang Cheng, who was excited, sat up.

"Hurry, what's."

appreciating Jiang Cheng's white eyes, the poem lay down softly.

Isn't it just to touch the calves of a kid like Jiang Cheng?

What's there?

Calm.

Calm.

Don't panic.

Nogo, No......

Little by little, Jiang Cheng moved to the calf of the poem whispering.

The legs are crossed, making it easy to do bad things.

"Ahem......

Clearing his throat, Jiang Cheng spoke solemnly.

"Bring your legs up."

Poetry whispers: "......"

Didn't hear me?

Then do it again.

"I said, bring your legs up."

"I'm afraid you're not dreaming."

Speechless died.

You can play if you want.

There are so many things to do with him.

Can she bear this?

"It's more fun to play like this."

"I don't want it."

It would be nice to be able to play for him.

I have to send my legs to him myself, give

He plays.

It's a shame, isn't it?

A reserved woman wouldn't do such a thing.

Jiang Cheng, who was smiling, did not give up easily.

"Trust me, it's a lot of fun to play."

"Cut ......"

The woman pouted.

I don't believe this kind of nonsense.

As a matter of fact.

But she overlooked one thing.

What Jiang Cheng said was not touching.

It's about playing.

Touching and playing, the length of time is not the same.

"Really, you have to trust me."

"No, I don't believe it."

"Huh?"

Jiang Cheng squinted his eyes, squinting his eyes and teasing the poem softly.

"You're not shy, so don't you."

"Shy of your size, I'll be shy?"

Not shy at all.

"I don't believe it, if you don't dare to bring it up, you're shy."

"Don't explain, I don't know about your little thoughts? It's really a perverted boy."

Isn't it just a leg?

It's not that she doesn't dare.

The dog food class has started: draw the key points, remember, the boy holds the girl, you must pay attention to the position!