Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

A wonderful word suddenly raised Mobson's evil fire.

Huang Ling dared not move, staring at her.

Mobson lowered his head, his deep eyes, with a fiery fire, "Why don't you slow down? ”

“Momo... so you all react?” Huang Ling looked up and looked at Mobson. He made her really cry.

“You're pressing him. Can you react? If it doesn't work, I'm useless. ”

Mobson held her head so she wouldn't lift her head.

“What are you doing?” Huang Ling asks, her face is buried in place again.

“Keep rubbing.” The man said in a dull manner.

“No!”

“Either that or that's it.” Mobson lifted her hair.

“How?” Huang Ling's face was full of confusion.

“Untie my belt, zip down, and lie down. ”

After listening, Huang Ling suddenly wanted to cry, “This posture, very evil. ”

She's not gonna do this. Whoo! Whoo!

“I'm your husband now, Huang Ling. We've all got our marriage certificates. It's not disgusting.” Mobson's eyes became deeper.

“Huang Ling...” Huang Ling whispered to him, clamoring his husband.

In fact, she wanted to be delicate and let go of her, and somehow she sounded, like a catalyst, and listened to Mobson's ear itching in his heart.

And he put it over her, and he said, "Do you feel that? ”

“ …… ”Huang Ling felt it.

Mobson held Huang Ling's back of his head with a large palm and hurried to untie his belt.

“...” Huang Ling glanced at his hands to untie the belt, the bones were clear, as long as a jade, such a beautiful hand, will touch her body in a moment...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The belt untied, a "la” sound, and the zipper pulled off.

“The rest, you come.” Mobson lowered his head and looked shallow at Huang Ling.

“Momo, do you have to do this?” Huang Ling whispered.

“Who told you to lift the fire? ”

“I didn't mean to.” Huang Ling had a small face.

“Come on, I can't wait. Honey, it hurts. ”

“Well, for your sake, my husband, I'll satisfy you.” Huang Ling sat up.

She crouched down on the couch, raised her head, and smiled at Mobson, “I'm not down, I'm down, okay? ”

He's sitting, she's squatting, just the right distance.

Mobson nodded, his eyes deep, and he jumped in the fire.

“Phew...”

“Knock, knock...”

That's when someone knocked on the door.

Huang Ling was shocked and quickly retreated.

She looked up and looked at Mobson in panic: "Is the door unlocked? ”

“Unlocked.” Mobson pressed her head and the sound was dull, "leave it alone, go on. ”

“Could it be Mommy and Grandpa? ”

“Leave them alone! Don't you hear me?” Mobson was upset, his face and headphones, and his neck were all burned red by the fire.

“Oh...” Huang Ling couldn't bear to see him so upset.

She bowed her head and continued.

The door continued: “Knock, knock... Knock, knock...”

“Don't listen.” Mobson held Huang Ling's head.

“Hmm... hmm...”

Her “hmm," in Mobson's ear, it all changed, like her delicate ~ panting, he liked the sound of her listening to it, able to move his heart strings, fascinate him, let him sink.