If you don’t understand, it’s mentally retarded.

He quipped in the ice, “Do you think I’m going to sleep with you?”

Don’t want to sleep?

Then he saw the face of the ice drinking season, and naturally showed a look of consternation, and he felt funny in his heart.

Seasonal Ice said, “Didn’t you say you wanted to give me a gift?”

He laughed.

He was joking.

Seasonal ice is laughing, I know that it is a misunderstanding.

“I’m sorry, I thought...”

Without saying a word, she was taken to her arms, and the gentle kiss fell on her again.She heard the words say, "Don't worry, it won't be too hard."

The food delivered to the mouth, there is no reason to not eat.

Although he does not like sweets, he likes to drink this sweet food on ice in the season.

When the season of drinking ice took the initiative to untie the belt buckle, the word was surprised.From several previous intimate reactions, it was surprising that the season of ice drinking should be a person who is more resistant to sex, and she will take the initiative.

The ice was unbuttoned with the belt.

She raised her head and looked at her.

“Continue.”There was some laughter and encouragement in the voice.

Seasonal ice heart, took his pants off his waist.

That's it, you take off your pants, I take off my pants, and then put the gun on, it's over!The steps are like that, just playing thousands of things.Seasonal ice drinking is not a girl, she resists sex, it is because of those bad pictures in memory.

The person in front of her is her favorite.

She had no reason to refuse and to answer.

The change in the attitude of the seasonal ice drink, the words sensitively aware.Although she did not know what made the season drink ice accept these things frankly, she no longer resented it, which was good for her speech.

He held the head of the season to drink ice, starting from her hair, her hair, her eyebrows, nose, lips... Slowly, his lips wandered to the collarbone of the ice in the season, and he unbuttoned the shirt clasp of the ice drinking season, and the other hand, talked about the skirt of the season of ice.

Although the heart has been built, the seasonal ice is still a little nervous.

The words can be clearly felt, under the fingertips, the girl's skin is trembling.

In fact, she was trembling, more than one of her.

The same goes for words.

Seasonal ice began to respond to the kiss of the words, her cooperation and astringent reaction, so that the word gradually lost their minds.His kiss became brave and aggressive, and the season of ice was expected and swaggered, and a string in his mind was tense.

In a state of high tension and excitement, seasonal ice drinking is also out of control.

They kissed hard, and everything was fine.There was only one thing worse, and the word suddenly stopped all the offensive.His forehead against the ice-drinking brow of the season, with coarseness, his eyes spit out the dumb voice in red, "Hold on, let's go back again."

“Huh?”

Seasonal ice is about to paralyze in his arms, but he said to endure?

He said, "I'm not ready for anything."He really didn’t want to eat a seasonal ice drink, so he didn’t have a condom.

Seasonal ice.

Then he found that there seemed to be something different in her confused eyes.It’s like a smile, it’s like peace of mind.

“I brought it.”

Listen to the words, silence.

He is in a somewhat complicated mood."Ice ice..." Rough big hands stroking on the back of the season's ice, and the words were mute to quipped to her, "you little badass..."

Seasonal ice red face to bring the backpack, she opened the backpack, from the inside out of four or five different small packages.

She spread them out and said to the words, “All sorts.”There are threads, there are scented ones, and there are benefits, this is luminous."Seeing that the eyes were complex, the season drinking ice quickly raised his hands to prove his innocence, "This is sent to me by Zhuanglong, and he said that men prefer more flavors..."

When she raised her hand, her arms were raised, and the loose skirt slid to her waist in an instant.

The breasts are half dew, round and white.

The voice is dark.

Seasonal ice quickly pulled up the clothes, but was stopped by the words, "Don't pull, anyway, take off again immediately."

That's right, but the season of ice is very bad, "I'm going to take it off, and your shirt button isn't finished."

The trousers are not neat, but the clothes are really neat, and the crowned beast is beautiful.

“Then come.”Say no down his arms, waiting for the season to drink ice to help him unbuckle.

Seasonal ice bent over to help unspeak the shirt button, this bending, the scenery on the chest is more attractive.

As soon as she had untied the two, she was put in her arms and laid it on the ground.

“Unfortunate...”

The wind of the night blew the oaks, and the air was less hot and cold.

Seasonal ice sitting in the arms of the words, full of hot, a string in the mind in a wave after another in the heat wave, has already been melted, touchless.

From the beginning, they were raw, slowly running, and finally mastered the rules.

That night, like a mad man, he wanted to drink ice and call his name.Laughing, crying, screaming in a dream.

He listened.

A voice of speech is more exciting than a C drug.

The last impression of the season was that the blue eyes full of affectionate words and the tone of the words, in the tone of the approximation, whispered in her ear, and called her name in a voice.

...

The morning with warmth, hit the long fins of ice in the season.

She opened her eyes and saw the sun, something unwell.The eyes were narrowed, and the seasonal ice slowly opened their eyes.She moved, powerless.

The ice sat up in the season, and everything felt wrong everywhere.

He looked down and scanned his body, saw that he had put on a dress for himself, and it was reassuring to drink ice in the season.She turned her head and saw no words.

“The word?”

No one answered her.

Is it left alone?

When the season is cold, a small leaf falls on the head of the seasonal ice.

Green leaves do not fall naturally.

Seasonal ice with the leaves in their hands, looking up at the oak.He sat on the trunk, his legs hanging in the air, and he was laughing at her.

“Shut up, what are you doing up there?”

He patted the tree trunk next to him and asked the season to drink ice, “Can you come up?”He said, "If you're sick, I'll come up with you."

Seasonal ice said, "I'll try."

She had no shoes on her own, and as soon as she lifted her legs, she frowned.

The word understood.

“Wait.”

Like a tiger, he jumped down from a five- or six-meter-high tree.

She bowed down in front of her.

“Come up.”

Seasonal ice stared at the man's generous back, hesitated, and finally fell on his back.

“Hold on tight!”

“... well.”