Fall In Love With A Substitute

This is just a start.

While she suddenly turned over, she suddenly turned over and heated in front of her eyes.

She was arrogant, and she opened her eyes, and she saw Song Yushen.

At the Song Dynasty, the pure jade pulp took a deeper tongue in the tongue, and he sleeved in the shoal of the side of the water.

Flush.

The pure lurly pulp is like a full spring species, and the water is soaring, the fullness of the fullness suddenly blows, and the rich snow-white spirit.

The spirit is illegally flicker, this dripping jade pulp fried in the person, and the body below the body will be chemically produced.

Song Xiang immediately found that pure gel was dangerous to Yu Yi, but in the jastein touched her body, she wanted to drill her body quickly.

In an instant, the meridians of the Song Dynasty were filled with thick spirits, and they rose faint pain.

It turned out to be like this.

Her body is a heaven and earth to Baozheng. It is both a person, a refining. It is echo to the treasure. Regardless of the pure Eulmea to seek similarity, still want to hide, will choose to integrate into the Song Dynasty.

If you want to be Yuyi, you can quickly cultivate it from the practice of drawing spiritual power from the refining.

This is why you are a spiritual converter. Song Yan thoughtfully, buckled the back of Yu Yu, kissed her, Yu Yan's genital pulse was broken, and there was this kind of pure spiritual power, fear is able to unimpedically restore the golden Dan. .

Can you be behind? Yu Yi has not been to Jin Dan or more realm. If it is a rapid life, the fear of the feud is a prominent, she is ready to do?

- Or is there any other mystery?

Song Yan's thoughts will be very fast, and the murder of the meridians will be digested in the operation of the work. Dantian is like a vast sea, and the whale is swallowed, and then in the texture of the limbs.

The movement of the Song Dynasty lip teeth is extremely calm and regular with her thoughts and skills.

Song Yan kissed did not have a hurry, and Yu Yi was got this, her eyes were wet, holding the Song Dynasty's long neck, lip and tending, and walked.

Her tongue scrapes the beautiful mouth and takes merits. The messy breathing clamp is small, from the occasional separate lips, scattered in the air, hot, and the cheeks of the cheeks.

After she does not exist, she is closer to the Song Dynasty, and I can't get it.

The spiritual force poured into her body, full, she scattered soft, as if people just woke up, lying in the warm-hearted bed, even the hair is lazy, comfortable, unhappy, The whole person must be opened.

Can not kiss her soon.

She didn't look at myself, and the face of porcelain is light, and the kisses are not uncommon. Only if they are completely thorough, Yu Yi suddenly wronged, but stronger to hold the Song.

No matter what, Song Yizhen must be her.

Yu Yi's heart, the fingertips, hook the back shoulders of the Song Dynasty, refused to release.

The spiritual power of Yu Yan has reached a certain amount, and Dantian is running to the extreme, and it takes a short time to digest the spiritual power of the Song Dynasty.

The two people understand that Song Yizhen arrived out of his lips and lifted his body slightly.

Song Yizhen took away three points, Yu Wei's double sharp cat paw between Yuyi arm, can't climb people, weak, fell, and fell to another place.

"..."

Is the little scorpion deliberate? Song Yan Yan, but he saw the depression of the mouth, and the right corner of the right corner came into tears, slipped into the black corner of the black.

"Cry what." Song Yan helplessly, looked at the paws on his chest, this little is cheap and crying?

"Didn't cry." Yu Yan voice was dumb, more and more low, but her tail was soft, she was a bit to face, refused to tell Song Yu, this tear is, it is talented to her.

Song is sicking everywhere.

There is only the left dry.

Since you lose a point, you must find three points elsewhere. When Yu Wei moved, he stepped up the white collar and slipped into it. But she hasn't forgotten, and she seems to be angry before, she bites myself.

Lu Yu's finger stopped on the collar, and the Song Yan, who is wet, and it is self-evident.

"No." Song Yun spit out two words.

Yu Yuan stunned, but the fingertips secretly hook.

Like a kitten hiding from the owner, quietly dialed the soft and full of toys, greed full of claws, and the fingertips are fragrant.

Yu Yi did not look at the Song Dynasty, and the side faces were put on the pillow. Only left a long neck of Song, even the white net jaw, Song Yu looked at the soft streamline:

"Can you make a good life?"

"The spiritual power of , is it exhausted." Yu Wei said.

Song Yizhen : "Oil mouth slippery."

Yu Yi self-call: "Oil does not oil, slide, you don't know."

She finished, turned her hand, hiding the small hook in the eyes.

I also dare to dig myself, Song Yizhen is deep, but it is like:

"You have made something wrong, it is half a little."

Yu Yi gods hysterescent, biting the lips, looked at the Song, this time she didn't spoil, but low channel:

"I'm wrong."

Yu Yi has always been smart. From tonight, it seems that there is no less hand to do a while, but it is said that it is wrong, and no one more excuses will be excused.

Song Dynasty, Qingli, Qinglu on these, it is really a spleen.

She always has a way to come up with the most appropriate attitude, not many, never wrong.

Song Yan's appearance of God was captured by Yu Wei.

What is the Song Xiang?

When she is talking to her own, she actually got a god? What is she recalls, thinking, or-

Also think of?

The last possibility is not big, but Yu Yi is particularly like, she is suppressed to burst out the exclusive desire, cover the emotions of the funds very well, and more worse:

"I shouldn't hit you." Yu Yan said, looking back the Song Yan, who came back, her ghost gave two words, "Sister."

This evokes, the look of the Song Dynasty has a great change.

Is this so easy? Yu Yi immediately hooked her hand and looked at her softened look, and lowered the sound:

"sister……"

Song Yizhen was gently inhaled and shakes his head:

"Your skill is not -"

"The spirit has been eaten." Yu Yi knows what she asked, bent into the eye, "Building the foundation."

She is close to the Song Yunxiang, the head micro side, the normally heterosided on the sashiba of the Song, gently scratch the Song Yizhen, Yu Wei lowered:

"Sister, the spirit should have a lot more."

The last half sentence, when it is a thousand retractions:

"... feed me again."

If Yu Yi is willing, the last point disappears between the gradually close to the lips, and the familiar bones are taking the soft wave.

Yu Yan's foot is tight, the calf belly is trembled, but the heart is full of abnormalities, and even a few points to lure Song Dynasty, and control the self-reliance.

One, one, one, one.

The kitten is proud to raise his head and eat spiritual power.

But very quickly, her hind legs are soft, and the breath is thorough.

Lingerie is peeled off by Song Yun spring, and Yu Yi is in a skin bowl, such as spring pear flowers, if it is in white and sunlight, it is like pear petals to transparent.

"Kissing other places, it is also possible."

The Song Yunxun is slow, and Yu Yi is ambiguous.

Yu Yi did not reply, and Song Yan said as she agreed.

Yu Yi is a beautiful and fragile beauty, let Song Yizhen finger into the pear flower heap, the force is light, and the lip is falling, and he can't help but wear three points.

When there is not much time, it is slightly shallowful rouge in the powder white pear.

It is Yu Yi to cry, and Song Yizhen did not promise. She sounded in the spring rain on the pear flower, and the warmth of Wen Run is in the cold:

"Let me make tools, you can accept it."

Said, I will explore the hand, open the blades, in the depths of the pear, and pick the pear juice.

It is good to send it to the lips: "Try it, is the taste of the spirit, or you?"

Gu Yi's eyes are a few wet marks, and the end is red. When you look, it is pure and charming. She holds her body, close to Song Yu, holding hands with Song Dynasty, a little fine, more like a cat.

Song Yan looked at the meeting, crossed the shoulders of Yu Yu, and looked again. Yu Yi has a long hair rock, and the end is swaying in the fine waist, and the emblem is blocked by the waist.

At this point, it is like a fairy.

For the Song Dynasty, the deception by Qinglu is the first time.

Of course, the green ribs are some of them. Her consciousness has created her different character and choices in the experience of the small world. This part is not a green and loannect.

Song Yan is not a saint, the identified partner is lie, even if it is intelligent, but the more emotional ingots, the Song Yizhen still gave birth to her.

Ok, the rationalism of the Song Yin's brain can account for the wind. While she is angry, it will not block the green and rivers to reach the goal.

She will not refuse to serve.

She will only punish Lu Yu.

Song Yan will take the line from the Yuyi's backside, and then with his fingers from Yuyi lips. At this time, it is already a cool intention.

She rely on the bed, the body is naturally stretched, and the waist is pressed with a layer of brocade, the long legs are divided into two sides, and they leave the empty.

Song Xiang sat like this, raising the jaw, ordered the command:

"eat by yourself."

Yu Yi was originally looking at her movement, heard this sentence, the figure is like a stiff.

Subsequently, the exquisite girl slowly put his body, and put his hands on the bed, like a cat, waist and hip, came to Song to prepare for her.

When Yu Yi was hanging down, looked up at the eyes.

Song Yu Mu wishes more and more clean moonlight, it seems to be integrated with the moonlight.

She is faint, she is fascinating, and her glamorous face is close to holy.

When you look at yourself, like God to see mortal, high height, only waiting for the mortal to serve.

And you are the mortal.

Yu Yan wail's limbs are pending, and the long neck is gently close, sniff, and use blurred.

One, one, it is swallowed.

Yu Yi welcomes it with the lips.

Trying the way, the honey juice spit out, but far more sweet than the spiritual liquid sweet.

She can't help but want more, and she will go deepen.

The tongue is smart, stirring a pool of spring water, and the alcohol is exhausted.

But suddenly stopped.

The tongue is tight, and it is soft meat everywhere.

She bitten by Song.