Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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At this moment, the body was volleyed. The man held her hips up with a big palm and let her sit on the makeup. His kiss shifted from her face to her delicate pink neck. He was obsessed with kissing her delicate muscles. .

The sea star was worn around her delicate pink neck, and her delicate muscles were as clear as porcelain jade.

His big palm lifted her skirt, rough palms rubbed against the delicate muscles on the inside of her thighs, and a deep voice with coquettishness, "Mo, let's start dating, be my woman, huh?"

Tang Mor was kissed by him stupidly, as if he couldn't refuse his confusion, she nodded, "Oh, okay ... okay!"

Gu Mohan's narrow eyes quickly shone like stars in the sky, he hugged her horizontally, and threw her on the soft big bed in the room.

The tall and erect body pressed her down under her body, her big palm shuttled into her back, and he opened her mouth to pinch her red lips.

Tang Mo'er's soft little face was covered with tide-red, and he was kissed by hypoxia. The man really had a clear purpose, and he couldn't wait to kiss her once he determined the relationship.

"Mo Er, I want you."

Tang Moer quickly sobered, she pushed the man away, and held her belly with two small hands. "No, not now, I'm pregnant and can't do it."

Gu Mohan chuckled, and she could be pregnant, and she was really amazing.

Holding her thin willow-like waist with a big palm, rubbing it into his arms, he bite her little white earlobes punitively, "Tang Moer, I saw it early, you just owe it-grass!"

Tang Mo'er glared at those clear eyes, and did not believe that the man actually spit out such thick and vulgar words.

Gu Mohan loosened her, stood upright next to the bed, and took off the white shirt on his body. He was naked with a healthy upper body, a black trousers underneath, and an expensive belt around his narrow waist. Do not lose the figure of the international male model is simply walking hormones.

Below the belt, there was a huge tent.

Tang Mo'er gave a secret glance, and suddenly remembered a poster of a male model that he had seen on the wall with Shi Yan before. The male model was a foreign man, his muscles were stretched, and a tent in a bullet storehouse.

Shi Yan said that domestic men are not as spectacular as foreign ones. At the time, she still agreed, but now she is not in agreement. In front of this man, he definitely does not lose the posing male model.

Alas, God gave him so many hard conditions that could not be added, he simply did not leave a way for other men.

Tang Moer's soft face turned red.

She climbed to the bed, and stretched out her little white hand and dragged his pants.

Gu Mohan glanced down at her, seeing the light flowing in her clear eyes, delicate eyebrows like blooming roses, naive and shy but shy, like hook-inducing him.

"Tang Moer, you better not play with me this time, huh?" He held out her face with a big palm, her little face deformed in his hand, her mouth became an O-shape, and a hint of powder inside His tongue came out, and he could see numbness in his lower abdomen.

Tang Mo'er looked up at his small head and licked his forefinger with the tip of his pink tongue, and then bit his fingertips with white teeth.

Gu Mohan's forehead's green muscles jumped, this wicked little demon-Jing, can't wait to do her immediately!

"Gu Mohan, I am a man who lives quickly, so you have to listen to me and hurt me so that I can serve you, okay?" Tang Moer looked at him with a charming voice, his voice was exquisite and delicate.