Eat while hot

After Xu Wanhe said this, he couldn't stand himself.

It seemed as if he cared a lot about this person.

As for whether he really cared, this Xu Wanhe didn't want to think about it at all.

I always feel that all the emotional entanglements are done by women, and men can't be mothers-in-law.

Just like myself,

All right, all right, no wait.

For this point, Xu Wanhe has always felt that he is very chic, but it is a pity that no one knows how to appreciate it, just like taste.

Then I felt wrong, this little doctor is the only person who can appreciate me, but there is one thing that is very annoying, playing tricks on myself all day long, and posting it hot and hot for a while, and then I don’t know which tendon False shutdown by mistake.

Mom is so fucking crazy.

The more Xu Wanhe thought about it, the angrier he became, and he tightened Yang Moshu's collar,

"Remember, if you fucking dare to tease me, be careful that I will abolish you!"

Although Yang Moshu had fallen asleep just now, Yang Moshu was still a little dazed,

Raising his hand to touch Xu Wanhe's chest muscles, the out-of-focus pupils glowed with joy after a while, "It's you...Xiaomei..."

After speaking, he rubbed Xu Wanhe's nipples fiercely through his clothes.

Xu Wanhe's scalp was numb, and he knocked off the hand on his chest,

"I fuck your mother..."

Yang Moshu's hands hang down limply, swaying in the void,

"Can you take him back... I really can't get a taxi... His family lives on Dongfanghong Street..."

Xu Wanhe glanced at the friend behind him who kept vomiting, feeling anxious for a while,

Thinking about how he got involved with these two people, how much he would lose his price.

"You get in the car, I don't care about him."

Because of being carried all the time, Yang Moshu couldn't reach the ground, so he was forced to stand on tiptoe, "He's about to vomit...you should take pity on him..."

Xu Wanhe grabbed Yang Moshu and got into the car, "This is not discussed, I never take anyone else."

Yang Moshu curled his lips, "Then you still come to drive me..."

Xu Wanhe showed a fierce look, "Don't fucking think that I came here specially to find you. I just happened to run into you while wandering the streets bored."

Yang Moshu burped,

"...Sorry...what did you say...I didn't hear clearly..."

Xu Wanhe tightened her fingers, "...Get out!"

Yang Moshu's feet were a bit soft, and he had no ability to fight back when he was pulled like this, but Xu Wanhe unexpectedly didn't pull him into the car.

The hands on the shoulders were full of veins, Yang Moshu turned his head and saw that the friend's expression was a little bit wrong, "Xiao Yang... no... I really want to vomit..."

Xu Wanhe went up and kicked the man to the ground,

"Fuck you, you have to vomit, you keep telling him what to do."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Yang Moshu into the car, stuffed it into the co-pilot, and drove away.

Yang Mo's book head was a little heavy, and he was in a daze. He leaned on the glass window and looked at it for a while, and saw his friend get up from the ground and vomit puddles on the curb.

What a pity.

The air conditioner in the car was fully turned on, the windows were cold, Yang Moshu's face was pressed against it, but he still couldn't wake up.

Because of the speed of the car, the neon lights outside were blurred into bands of light, colorful and extremely gorgeous.

The alcohol has not completely subsided, and Yang Moshu continues to feel drowsy and confused.

The person behind seemed to say something, but Yang Moshu could only hear the angry tone clearly, but he really couldn't tell what he said.

I'm so sleepy, I really want to sleep.

When he closed his eyes, Yang Moshu soon fell into a half-dream and half-awake state.

The car stopped suddenly, and in the darkness, a pair of powerful hands grabbed the waist of the master Yang Moshu, pulled it over, untied the belt, and took off his pants.

It was only by chance that Xu Wanhe had such thoughts.

I just saw this man leaning on the co-pilot, twisting his waist, his clothes were all up, revealing his tight waist, and following the hooked line of the trousers, the trousers immediately looked very obtrusive.

Yang Moshu woke up a little when his pants were taken off.

But he didn't resist, and let himself be hugged to one place with his bare buttocks, and straddle the person with his legs apart.

His chest was pinched by a round and hard object, and he raised his hand to feel it, and it turned out to be the steering wheel.

Some hands grabbed her lower body, teased and played with her, making her hot and hard.

Yang Moshu opened his eyes slightly, snorted, closed them again, and continued dreaming.

Xu Wanhe took out the condom from the car, put it on for herself, and squeezed Yang Moshu's buttocks.

Sturdy and warped, feels pretty good in the hand.

No matter in terms of color or shape, it is the one I like more.

Xu Wanhe poured some lubricant on his hand, then applied it on the tight acupuncture point, and finally pressed twice with his thumb to rub the tender little flower heart.

The person lying on the steering wheel snorted again, and clenched his toes uncontrollably.

Xu Wanhe smeared the rest on his body, then held it upright, aimed at the acupuncture point and began to insert it.

Just before I got into it, I heard the man humming again.

It seems that the boss is unwilling.

Xu Wanhe frowned and patted his butt,

"If it's so ugly, don't fucking call it."

The place where the car was parked was relatively dark, and Xu Wanhe couldn't see the details clearly. He just grabbed Yang Moshu's waist with both hands and started to move slowly.

The thrusting became smoother and smoother, and there was a sizzling and greasy sound at the intersection.

Yang Moshu slumped down, knelt on Xu Wanhe's side, and fell asleep humming like mud.

The whole person was kneeling and Xu Wanhe was too close to him, and he was sitting upright, so that Xu Wanhe couldn't move him.

Xu Wanhe couldn't take it anymore after inserting it for a while, so he pushed the person forward, but Yang Moshu's hand was pressed on the horn.

The car whistle blared, and Yang Moshu woke up with a jolt.

Xu Wanhe heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that this time he would have a good shot.

However, the man squirmed and changed his position, squatting on Xu Wanhe's body, and raised his waist little by little until his body was completely away from the penis.

Xu Wanhe couldn't understand what he was trying to do. He saw this man lying in front of him, stretching out a hand to feel around. When he finally touched the paper drawer in the car, he took out two pieces of paper and wiped the quilt with his hand. Fucking gaping pussy.

Yang Moshu threw the paper away after wiping, without opening his eyes, he turned around and stretched out two fingers to press Xu Wanhe's head, and was about to lift his pants and get up.

Before he could stand up completely, he hit the roof of the car with a bang.

When he watched Yang Moshu cover his head and screamed with cold eyes, Xu Wanhe already understood what he meant.

The guy in the crotch stood in the void, which was a bit pitiful.

Xu Wanhe felt very bad for a moment.