The Long-awaited Mr Han

Of course, if He Zhengbo is not stupid, there is no chance for him.

Lu Man took the initiative to wrap around Han Zhuoli's neck. "I think you should say it to me. So many people like you, but my man. I am very proud."

"Yes, we can be proud of each other." Han Zhuo smirked.

"Go back first." Lu Man pushed him, he couldn't always be in the parking lot.

All the other cars drove away, and the large parking lot was left with their solitary car.

"Where are you going?" Han Zhuoli asked a little intentionally.

But his low-pitched, sexual voice felt that Lu Man was annoyed, "Your home."

This man, knowingly asked!

It was so late that she could not go back to wake Xia Qingwei.

"Follow the orders." Han Zhuo Li Mingming was all broken in his heart, with a smile on his face.

Loosing Lu Man, Han Zhuoli immediately drove home.

At this time, there are no cars on the road, and no one is there.

The signal lights of continuous multi-way junctions stop working and keep flashing yellow lights.

Han Zhuoli drove home all the way, drove the car into the garage, and pulled off the road.

From the garage, there is a door that directly connects to the villa.

But Han Zhuoli couldn't even wait for this time, and got off the road.

Lu Man hadn't stood still, and he was lifted up by him, and he was almost taller than him.

Before she could open the door, Han Zhuoli directly pressed her against the door and kissed hard.

I do n’t know if it ’s because she just watched the movie, her charm in the movie has been magnified.

Han Zhuoli knows that she is about to be liked by many people, and she has a strong possession. She can't help but be born.

Want to hide her, her beauty, but also want to know for yourself, do not want others to see a little bit.

But now, I can't hide it.

Some of his kisses were anxious and fierce.

Lu Man was in Han Zhuoli's arms, like a small flower whose branches were shaken by the wind, and could not control himself.

She had forgotten where she was, her whole body was full of Han Zhuoli's breath, Han Zhuoli's kiss.

She didn't even know how to get back to his room.

Only when he was penetrated, did he yank violently, and subconsciously bit his shoulder.

This man seems a bit fierce today, and he doesn't know what excitement he was.

How could she know that Han Zhuoli looked at her tempting look now, a young girl with a young age, but her eyebrows had already revealed a flimsy style.

A pair of eyes were half-open, the corners of the eyes were pink like dyed peach blossoms, the eyes were gleaming with water, one gaze, one eye-raising, which made people's eyes move away.

The fair cheeks are also covered with a layer of rose.

Lu Man didn't realize it by herself. Because of Han Zhuoli's irrigation, she is now more and more beautiful.

Some people have beautiful skins and others have bones.

Lu Man himself looks good, but because of Han Zhuoli, he already has the beauty of the bones.

Lu Man couldn't see for himself, but would Han Zhuoli not understand as a man?

And this little girl, to be seen by more and more men, he is very jealous.

Grasping Lu Man became more and more vigorous, as if he had endless strength, not knowing to be tired at all.

Lu Man thought that tossing by him would be over, twice the limit she could bear.

Unexpectedly, the man didn't mean to stop. After two breaks for 20 minutes, he suddenly grabbed her and wanted to come again.