National School Prince Is A Girl

"It's itchy, the weather is cold, it's not easy, plus today..." Bo Jiu did not finish the words, mainly too shameful, and after being kissed twice, he kept the traces.

Qin Mo extended his hand and tried to touch it with his fingertips.

What kind of joke, such a pose?

Bo Ji directly sat up, otherwise it was too embarrassing.

But finally, she found that after she sat up, the posture was even more embarrassing.

The Great God did not know what to think, and the mirror was placed on the left side of the bed.

Bo Jiuyi turned his head and just saw the picture of the two of them in the mirror.

The handsome man, his knees against the sheets, his hands on her sides, the upper body close, the collar of the shirt half open, showing the strong chest, the voice is low: "What, why not?"

The posture of the Great God is too strong, both in posture and in appearance.

Bo Jiu did not open again because she always felt that she had seen the scene, and there were a lot of pictures in her head that should not appear.

Everything is blameless and handsome.

The existence of such abstinence is inherently easy to think about.

It seems to have noticed the eyes of Bo Jiu.

Qin Mo headed, looked at the past along the line of sight.

In the mirror, the boy was trapped under him like this, the solid white collar was slightly stunned, revealing a beautiful and delicate clavicle, the skin was white, the thin lips were slightly open, and the scorpion even brought a hint of moisture because of surprise.

The Qin desert color of such a picture is somewhat deep.

In fact, whether the teenager is wearing women's clothing or men's clothing.

It doesn't seem to affect his feelings about this guy.

If you want to tear off all your clothes, it's best to print his marks on every inch of this guy, not just the lips, but also the ears, neck, collarbone, and anything that can be left.

How strange it is, it is obviously the same body structure as oneself.

But I can't stop that idea.

I want this guy's legs to be wrapped around his waist, trying to listen to the voice of the young man.

Just like the things he thought before he entered the room.

Get this person and let him completely belong to himself.

The sweet smell of candy on the juvenile boy seems to be urging him to do it.

Even the blood is moving.

I have tasted the taste of a teenager and will want to taste more.

But Qin Mo knew very well that once he did, he would lose everything.

So he just moved the palm of his hand through the sweater of the teenager, and took the boy back one inch and one inch: "If you don't sleep, I don't mind throwing you out directly through the window, let those who like you black. Peach powder, look, their beloved little spades will not only climb the wall to climb the ceiling, but also smoke, or brother to teach you to do something else, such as exercise your kiss skills, huh?"

When I felt the warm breathing that was getting closer and closer to my lips, Bo Jiu realized that some textbooks were right, and I had to avoid all the men who had hormonal victory.

Although the great **** is not bent, what if you want to see her too handsome?

She must not press the other side.

"I am sleeping." Bo Jiu seriously took his head off and opened it again, adding one sentence: "Meng Ge, good night."

Qin Mo lowered his head, and the deep scorpion crossed a little bit of patience.

Those who were patient after the black light did not see the boy.

However, the temperature in the room does not know how it is a bit high...