Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“Oh, yeah. Then straighten your arms.” The trees also bite the lollipop and refuse to loosen their mouths, vaguely ordering.

Don't tell me, she's quite tired of taking off her clothes. She's been sweating for half a day and she hasn't even finished her casual shirt...

Cloud Ting straightened his arm.

What's wrong with that?

Wood was meant to have his arm over his head so that she could undress him.

The straightening of the Nahe Cloud Ting is to stretch forward.

His arms were straight and stretched out to the sides of the tree so that he could hold the person with a little force.

This is what Yunting likes to straighten out.

The trees didn't have the strength to ask him for a straight and correct posture, so there was nothing wrong with her, so she didn't have to take it off.

Thanks to Yunting's efforts, the clothes were finally resolved. His muscles were strong and his abs lined up, like a work of art.

Wood reached out his little hand, and after a few uneasy touches on him, he shifted his eyes to the belt.

She will! It's going to go faster!

There was light in the tree eyes and whispered: “I don't care, I want children. No one can return me. ”

Warm in Yunting's heart, arms tight. Hook people in their arms again.

“Don't worry, I won't take you away.” Yunting whispered lightly in her ears, her delicate lip marks dripping down from her neck.

Wooden hands are still fighting the belts with insecurity.

This time she went really well and quickly unzipped and pulled his belt out.

Yunting was patient and enjoyed the initiative of the trees. Leave her alone.

The wood was red and his camouflage pants were removed.

“Wait a minute.” Yunting only remembered that the doors were still latched.

By the time he came back from the latch, the trees had fallen asleep with their blankets in their arms.

It was so much fun, she was tired!

“Little fool!” Yunting laid a sip on her forehead, helplessly circling her arms, watching the man in her arms sleep steadily, his temperature rising again.

“You sleep well, and you're not responsible for your sins?” There's really no way to take this little guy. Yunting looked at something harder and harder, and he had to peel off the trees with his bare hands.

“We help each other.” He said.

Too bad she can't hear.

The trees seemed to have a dream in which Yunting and she loved each other as much as she could in the flames, desperate and enthusiastic.

Her heart floated with his powerful rhythm and she didn't want to wake up.

The cooperation of trees and trees has encouraged Yunting to go straight into the war and become more courageous.

The trees woke up and looked at them vaguely.

She seemed to want to overwhelm the clouds and force him to disrespect him.

Now, it seems, it worked.

It's just that the order up and down is a little reversed, and now it's clouds on. She doesn't seem to be able to make it back.

Trees can only embrace him with their physical instincts to show initiative and encouragement.

With the enthusiastic response of the trees, the fire in Yunting's body was completely lit, over and over, until she was exhausted and begging for forgiveness.

By morning, the trees were still a little hazy.

She clearly wanted to fight back, as if she had been eaten dry again.

When's her turn?

“Want to make it all you?” Yunting's eyes were sharp, staring at the white shoulders of the trees.

In the morning, there was another reaction... he didn't mind being pushed back by the trees.

“No, you don't. I'm going to run in the morning.” Wooden Mouth wears hard clothes, where is she now powerful! Even if the strength to be eaten is gone.