Chapter 123

Young-hyun split his legs, and Fu-Cheng's hand went in immediately. With his gentle touch, the eyes of the English and the good became lost, and she held in her arms and closed her eyes so that he could stroke between his legs.

The hidden desire was set on fire, and the enthusiasts returned with a warm kiss to Fu-Cheng, with his head on his head, his eyes shook by a incandescent light pipe, and his eyes grunted, "Well, turn off the light."

The other hand covered the nipples and diverted her attention.

He wanted to see her, and he took her all the way.

The kiss in Fucheng was very intense, or porno, and she thought he must have closed his eyes and had a deep face, so she was surprised when she opened his eyes.

In the light of his back, his eyes were dark and his light was thin.

Young Hyeon breathed in a tumult, and looked at his large collar and laughed, "Mr. Fu, do you peek?"

Fortune reached out to her face and made her look at herself.

Young-hyun suddenly lost his eyes.

Fu-Cheng seems to know what she's thinking. The sun, the scars and the rest of the sweat, add a different beauty to the muscle line.

Young-hyun is beginning to smile and his eyes are changing.

Fu-Cheng's eyes were full of passion, and his hands were pulled out of her hair and his earbones were chewed.

"Young Hyun."

The sound of the sand and the hotness of the breath make it tickling.

She held him, and her fingers slowly moved down the back of Fu-Cheng, and her finger pointed into his pants and stroked.

Fu Chong's muscles are stiff, kiss her and rip her panties off. Touches hands full of water, holds the root of the penis to the top of the cave.

The cyanide liquid was squeezed out of a meat bar and poured into the mouth of Fu Chong, shamed and moist.

Young-hyun gnawed on his lips and spread his thighs more widely to ease the sense of penetration.

Fu-Cheng thought he was going to give it to her, not keep it, put her in the ass, had her face wrong and had his hand on her neck.

She's his, just his.

After learning that she was jealous, he gave birth to a false desire for possession. It is strange that, while she is jealous, he should have declared that he belongs to her, but the chest is so full of possession.

“Hmm-!” The groaning of the English and the Hyung has not yet been fully exported, and has been crushed by the immediate and rapid penetration.

She could not see him, but could only hear him breathing in an intense breath, tightening his waist, for a moment, cutting through the constricting tracts and hitting the tenderest flesh in the depths.

She felt that Fu-Cheng was so hard today that he seemed excited to have sex in his own place.

Young-hyun was breathing, his eyes were lost in chaos, his legs were twitched, and he passed through electricity.

Fu Cheng lifts her leg and her fingers are embedded in soft skin. It's tender, and it calls him crazy.

In the months immediately following Chiang Shui's death, she was thinner and felt the bones when she hugged. If she didn't want to, he wouldn't bother her, let alone push. Now she grows some meat, thin skin wrapped around bones, soft like water under his palm. No, it's not like water. It's real water. It's dirty water.

Desires are running around their veins, and Fucheng's arms are twitching, tweaking and tweaking.

Soon, Young-hyun heard a happy and depressing noise in his throat. She struggled to come to her senses, with her hands on the belly of his water, and the mute said, "Mr. Fu, don't shoot."

It's a little bit tight, and it's like a pelvis sip sucking in a meat bar, and it's suffocating, and it won't let go. But Young-hyun's mind has decided to push Fu-Cheng's hand away from his ass.

The red meat bar was sharpened a few times in the air and a few drops of liquid were thrown out. In the closed room, the sex tastes so hot.

Fu-Cheng changed his breath so he could relax his muscles and put a strong cock back into his underpants, zipped it up and leaned on and kissed her.

What can I do?

Young-hyun felt his chest up and down, and sometimes he slipped into his crotch, felt it strong, and softly said, "Now you better stay away from me."

Fu-Cheng didn't let go, leaned over her neck.

Young-hyun stood up to his neck, and he was so comfortable, he covered his pants for a while, he pretended, "I'm for your own good." Finish, slow to move.

Fu-Cheng grabbed her wrist and pushed her back.

Young-shine conscious lips.

She admits she likes to be so active in Fortune.

It was not possible to take the last step and kiss and touch indefinitely.

His clothes were scattered and his body was touched all over. She lays her feet on his ears, waits for him to breathe, bad-heartedly suggests, "No, you can just spit it out, it's bad for his body for too long."

When Fu Chong's tongue went into his mouth and licked her, he let her go and said, "When I get home, I won't sleep tonight."

Young-hyun had a moment of surprise, looking for him.

Fu-Cheng looks a little red and looks like nothing.

It's almost over. Fu-Cheng finally showed up. A couple of people shouted that Fu-Cheng wasn't very nice, and that's what happened at this late hour.

Fu-Cheng doesn't explain it, drinking and drinking, and the men who are on the rise are wooing and displeased.

He changed his clothes, and his short hair was a little wet and appeared to have just taken a bath.

Liu's eyes stopped on Fu City's red lips for a while, thinking of the lights that were lit in his office, and his heart was absent.

At the end of the dinner, and back to the dormitory, Liu Qi looks like he didn't mean to say, "Hush, ask you something."

And Xu Jiari called her old Tsui in private, and she cried out to Xu Jiari, a nickname among friends.

"What is it?"

"Why do you say a man married without a wedding ring?"

No one mentioned Young-hyun on the table. Liu Yan didn't want to say anything, so he didn't know anything about Fu-Cheng. It must be the man's heart. He wants to lie to the little girl and make a mess."

Yeah?

No, he's not like that. Liu Qian denied it.

"I see." She whispered, took a half-minute rest and asked, "Can't a stick kill you for another reason?"

Hwe Jialy is a cynic, just talking about ordinary emotions, thinking, "If you have to say something, it's possible that the couple may not have a relationship?" Are you ready for a divorce? That's why. Well, it's probably because of inconvenience, like some jobs that don't wear jewelry."

Liu didn't even listen to the second half of Xu Jia Ri, and his thoughts were dominated by “relationship”.

When she realizes what she's thinking, she jumps with her eyelids.