Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Mobson smiled lightly, his eyes tender and let the little woman mess around in his arms.

“I let you eat sugar every day," he said warmly. ”

Huang Ling's head was good, he didn't rub Mobson's chest, but his hands were bad, two small hands, an ant on his chest tree.

She deliberately made a shy appearance with her hands constantly, “Eat sugar every day and get fat. Momo, don't get fat. ”

Mobson looked at her and laughed: "Good fat, great hands, touched, fleshy. ”

“Isn't that pleasant? ”

“I'm happy now.” From the moment she drilled into his arms, he reacted.

Huang Ling listened and looked consciously at his crotch.

There, it's really expensive.

Huang Ling's face warmed up and then looked at Mobson sympathetically, "Momo, it's really hard for you, you have to eat vegetables as soon as the gate opens. ”

Mobson nodded, a serious book: "Yeah, you're a hit. How many times have I pressed you? ”

Huang Ling reached through the collar and pulled out his chest hair, shouting: “Momo, bear with me, who makes your woman weak? At this time, don't fuck with the sheets. ”

Mobson was held tight by her stomach, grabbed her hands, her eyes deep, “Don't move, I really can't hold it any longer. ”

Huang Lingxuan opened his eyes in a strange way: "Do you react by pulling your chest hair? ”

Mobson glanced at her and said, "Did you react when I touched you, Hun? ”

“Chest hair is different from Hungarian hair, okay?” Huang Ling deliberately pulled one.

“..." Mobson took a sip of cool air. He held her soft, boneless wrist and warned her: “Woman, don't pull it, it'll piss you off! ”

Huang Ling whispered and looked at Mobson in the dark, "Isn't pulling hair painful? How could it be so reactive? ”

“Stupid woman, you can't feel my feelings unless you've got hairy breasts too.” Mobson let her go, "I'll cut the fruit for you. ”

If he doesn't run, this woman will set him on fire, and he will suffer.

He stood up, symbolizing the male part, like a gun, straight up.

Seeing this, Huang Ling's eyes smoked and couldn't help laughing, “Momo, you're so cute. ”

Always can be easily lifted by her.

Mobson lowered his head and looked at himself coolly. Then he looked back and swept Huang Ling, “Little color ~ ~ woman. ”

Huang Ling poured on the couch and muttered to herself: “I haven't got any worries yet. Wasn't that woman, Princess Song of the X dynasty? Thoughts are worse than my modern woman. ”

She just muttered to herself and said something to herself, but never thought about it, and Mobson heard it.

When Mobson, who had just entered the kitchen, heard her say it, the whole person was stiff and his hands on the fruit tray were rested.

Turns out... Song Wukong is Song Gui Fei of the X Dynasty.

It was her arrival that made him meet such a wonderful Huang Ling--

Mobson washes the fruit, cuts it, and brings it over.

Huang Ling lay on the couch with one foot on his knee, shaking and shaking.

Mobson put the fruit down and sit at her feet.

He took off her feet, "Don't be so rude. ”

Because he sat here, Huang Ling did not bend his legs and had to straighten his legs.

But there was no place but to reach his thighs and put his feet on Mobson's legs.

Hands without socks, white as jade.

Round and round toes, like a lovely pearl.

Mobson glanced deeply and suddenly picked up a foot and dropped a kiss on her back.