He Waits

It was also Luo Ju who proposed the relationship of friends. She must have been interested in him for a long time. And never refuse him. He is extremely gentle and considerate, and has no temper.

After the fight came out, Du Zizuo wanted to hurry up and take Luo Ju home to continue. During this period, Luo Ju had always had a normal submissive reaction, which exposed Du Zizuo's arrogant side.

His forehead was pressed against Luo Ju's hot forehead. Luo Ju's shallow breathing began to be irregular and chaotic. The breath snorted from his nose, the hot breath was like a soft tongue, licking Du Zizuo's Adam's apple.

He quickly took out the little Luo Ju, circled his own and Luo Ju's, and used the tiger's mouth to take extra care of Luo Ju's one. Luo Ju felt good about fast pace and could adapt to Du Zizuo's eagerness.

, Just pulled down the zipper of his pants and took out the heavy big thing. Wearing trousers with silver chains and tightened the belt.

The hollow of the collarbone is so suitable that there are no overflowing tears. Or hang it in an intriguing slimy white. Turbidity.

Du Zizuo thought exaggeratedly, feeling that he could live and die drunk. After Luo Ju heard this, he shuddered again and tightened his thighs, but he was able to clamp the heat that penetrated. The intoxicating "hiss" sound above his head made him blush so hard that he couldn't restrain himself. "Is it okay?" Du Zizhuo said. They all came in... And they still said such things. Luo Ju pursed his lower lip and thought, raised his eyes, angrily blamed Du Zizuo for cutting first and then showing off, but his body honestly softened. So hot... Du Zizuo's movements still showed the impatience of a young man. Luo Ju was protected from the back of his head and pushed to the head of the bed, like being pushed against the wall.

Luo Ju was gasping for breath, at a loss, and finally thought of the difference in physical strength, and became a little shaky and scared. "Slow down... Okay?" He said as if begging for mercy. Du Zizuo mistakenly took the show of weakness as a question, and felt that Luo Ju was caring and considerate of his possible weakness. How can that be done? Men cannot be made to feel inferior. He sucked harder, taking the soft flesh in his belly and sucked it, which made Luo Ju himself shake a few times, sobbing, and leaving tears like small sequins in his eyes, which acted as embellishments. How could a sensitive spot be developed here... Ah.

During the movement, I just stared at the changes in Luo Ju's expression. Luo Ju's ears were always red, and his skin was so thin that bloodshot threads could be seen, like a light-transmitting lantern. At a certain moment, his face suddenly turned red again. Du Zizuo raised the corner of his mouth and did not stop. He continued this angle and deliberately increased his speed. Is his technique much better than before? Du Zizuo thought confidently. Little did he know that the angle Luo Ju was paying attention to was another small ingenuity. He secretly crossed his legs, and the big white legs propped on the bed looked like shellfish opening and closing. Her toes were gripping the sheets, curling up against the unbearable itch, and the heat in her body was almost concentrated to one point all over her body.

Du Zizuo was awakened by his own stone. Leave that dreaming alone and wake up with a smile. He opened his eyes and felt the stinging pain in his lower body. He propped up the thin quilt in an upright arc, like a tent pole supporting a tent. Luo Ju in the dream is the same as in reality, letting him do whatever he wants and go crazy. Although I still want to continue this sweet dream, but if I can eat it right in front of my eyes, what kind of fantasy is there to be greedy?