The ark girls want to knock me down

Why do you want to dress in such a dreamy dress?

Can't you choke my fantasy in the cradle?!

"Did I do something wrong?"

Broken Bone asked, lost.

"Ah! No, I mean, it's all yours. The pile of barbecue and beer is yours. Hurry up and support the grill. I'm hungry."

"Well! Let's eat together in a while!"

After being asked by the mud boat, Broken Bone happily ran to the beach.

"Ha...really."

"Mud boat."

"Ok?"

Just when the mud boat wanted to eat, Talula next to him said softly:

"Help me put on sunscreen.

150. My hands, the first to complete the evolution

"Clay boat, please wipe sunscreen for me."

"Ok?"

Hearing Tarula's request, Mui Zhou noticed that the big leader beside him was already lying on the beach chair and was ready to enjoy the sun bath. If she didn't use sunscreen for her fair skin, Mu Zhou would not agree.

"Do you really want me to help wipe it?"

"I can't reach the back alone..."

Talula explained calmly.

The point is not here!!

"Well, I'll help you."

This is something that can't be helped, and the big leaders have ordered them. How can they dare not follow the subordinates?

The mud boat thinking this way came to Talula's side, coated her hands with slippery sunscreen, and then first started from her shoulders and pressed it up.

"Ah~~"

The unprepared coldness caused Tarula to groan softly, but this small meowing sound made the mud boat scared the whole person back.

"Me, shall I continue?"

"Um... hurry up."

Talula is probably not used to this kind of cold stimulation, just want to finish the work sooner.

"call……"

The mud boat took a deep breath, and the next task was the most difficult.

Why start from the shoulder?Because Talula’s fragrant shoulders are alluring, but after all the human body structure is there, the mud boat doesn’t really have any crooked thoughts on the shoulders.

As the mud boat started, his breath kept trembling.

From the shoulders to the back, the smooth touch makes the mud boat a little unclear. Is it the sunscreen in your hand or the skin of Talula?

Going down from the back, without the support of the bones, I immediately felt the soft cotton waist. Based on the original smoothness, the softness almost made the hands of the mud boat sink in.

How wonderful is that touch?Ni Zhou also stroked Chen's body, and the two were close childhood sweethearts, so that Ni Zhou inadvertently wanted to compare.

Although Chen's body is attractive, after all, he was born as a Superintendent, and he still has some tight muscles. Although his skin is fair and smooth, there are always some rough spots.

But Tarula is different, this woman is really made of water.

It is a hundred times softer than soft tofu soaked in water, and it feels as perfect as her face.

As a result, the mud boat accidentally slid its hands to other places several times, causing Talula's body to tremble.

"The key point is here..."

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If Da Vinci was alive, he would definitely paint the situation of suntan lotion and become a classic handed down, right?

"..."

The mud boat no longer looked at Tarula's body with his naked eyes. He closed his eyes tightly and felt with his body, soul, and soul.

At that moment he actually felt extremely sacred, as if the body had been evolved and the soul had been sublimated.

"Mud boat..."

"what?"

It took a long time for Tarula's shy voice to pull the mud boat from the realm of art back to reality.

At this moment, she was putting her slender fingers in her lips, as if she was enduring something strange.

"How long will your hands be there?"

"Ah, sorry!"

The mud boat hurriedly continued down, smearing Talula's slender legs with a layer of sunscreen, and then immediately moved away from Talula's side, lest her desire ran away.

"God knows what happened to my hands."