Chapter 130 Four-eightteen-Drinking.

Fu Chong feels like he's on alcohol and really took off his underwear and went naked into the pool.

This time, he's experienced, and he's getting people in his arms and kissing.

He didn't want to do anything. It's all outdoors. It's still in the water. The more you get on the fire, the more you touch the back, the more your hands fall, the more your hips squeeze.

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Young-hyun licks his lips, twists his body and tries to break it off.

If you don't ask, the bottom line of Fu-Cheng's heart collapses, and the mute says, "Just think of me as drunk."

He said that his hands on his ass went in between her legs, rubbing a small hole without fear.

"Uh, ah no no no no no no no no no no no no." He had a chest, "Well, be careful... found next door um..."

The two of them had been together for so long, that Fu-Cheng naturally heard that she was playing, and the tail vertebrae was swollen, and she twisted her nipples gently.

Young-hyun shivering, holding his hand around Fu-Cheng's neck, snuggling his knee over his crotch, tempting to ask, "How long has it been?"

Fu-Cheng looked at her naked and swallowed a spit and said, "When you came to me in your wedding dress."

Speaking of the key, he stopped and was ashamed of his thoughts.

Hypocrisy, I think.

At such a time, he can become more pornographic than anyone.

Like...

"And then, what did you think?"

"and wanted to take it off with his own hand." Fung bowed to kiss her shoulder.

Look, it's more pornographic than anyone. It always makes her wet.

Young-hyun closed his eyes and enjoyed the joy of his lips, and his nose humed, and said, "When it's so pure, you think about it?"

Wow, Fu-Cheng took people out of the water and looked at her like, "Yes, Young-hyeon, I suck."

The mouth asks what to do, but the eyes are so hot, burning the flame of desire.

Young-hyun said, "What do you think?"

The next second, when they were hugging each other with a strong tongue, transparent saliva spilled out of her lips, with long fingers touching her leg again, pulling out the clitoris and twirling quickly, and he swollen and swollen his soft flesh.

Young-hyun leaned on his shoulder, biting on his lips and getting more excited, and quickly clitoris climaxed.

"Stand me in the leg." "Fucheng lifts up her ass, puts her legs around her waist, holds her tortoise head in one hand, leans to the tiny hole of the twirl, pushes her back in."

Quite a bit of a tweak, both of them breathing.

The lights at the bottom of the pool showed a entanglement of two people, the speed of the city, the sour and the sour, and a wave of waves and waves, and the body felt to be flowing and not itself.

"Slower, um I'm coming, ah..."

She moaned, and her voice was beautiful. Fucheng bit her lips, covered them in, and hit her more and more.

When Young-hyun was on the verge of climaxing, a smile was coming from afar like a scream.

Young-hyun was still in the hymns of near-climax, laughing and saying, "I didn't just tell you."

He thought she was messing with him.

The resort guest house is a small, separate villa, four or five metres from one another. He did his best to make a noise, and Young-hyun moaned.

The thought that someone might hear her, Fullerton was a little annoyed, pressed her head and covered her face.

Young-hyun bit his nipples gently, while shrunk his lid: "Mr. Fu, are you nervous?"

She was confident that she would not be heard unless she screamed as she had just done.

Slight frictions, making both of them tickle their spines and twitching their own cocks in their dens.

"Ah, "and groan with a smile, "or, are you excited?"

"Does it make you excited that someone else is here?"

The pecs of Fortune are tight: "Young Hyeon, don't play."

The voice is low, and Young-hyun can't hear whether he's angry or excited.

She leaned even harder and licked him and said, "Don't shout so loud you won't be found."

The term punt.

Fu-Cheng managed to hold on to his arms and walked out of the pool with his heart.

Putting a man on the bed, and turning him back to the door.

Young-hyun is funny: "I'm joking with you. Don't worry.

Fu Chong, when she was under pressure, kissed her with a strong tongue in her mouth, and broke into her soft mouth like to suck her out of her throat. Thumbs find a strong clitoris, grind hard.

"Uh-!" Slurping water came out of an unsealed flesh hole, with the right leg screeching and screaming.

Fu-Cheng's just soothing.

Yeah, that's it. She's the only one who can hear it.

He carried her ankles on his shoulder, choked her back, strangled her with a meat bar and started to pump directly.

"Uh-uh..." Young-hyun moaned on his long neck, bowed on his waist and cuddled on his bows, with two lumps of soft water in his chest, up and down.

It was felt that the more she hanged, the more her screams went on, the more Fung was excited and the turtle's head ran over against the palace until she screamed.

Their honeymoon has only one weekend to return to Kyoto on Monday morning.

For two days, they left the room twice, once for dinner, once for a walk and the rest of the time in the room. It is not necessary to do the whole set, sometimes only kiss, sometimes just caress.

On Sunday night, Young-hyun was lying on his feet watching movies, Expressing Superman, an old Hong Kong love comedy.

After the film, Fu-Cheng asked, "Is it boring?"

"You're bored?" Young-hyeon thought he said film.

"It doesn't matter where I go, I'm afraid you're bored."

Because he cannot leave the country, nor can he take any leave at his will, the honeymoon can only do so.

Young-hyun understood what he meant, suspended the film and looked back at him, "Me too, everywhere. And, "She's meaning to look up, and you don't give me time to be bored."

Fu-Cheng's face was a little weird, and he was embarrassed. Give her a kiss. He pressed the play button and lay down and hugged her.

On the last night of the honeymoon, they watched the old movie and saw sleep.