The Anarchic Consort

"Wang Hao is really a good figure." The master looked at the woman in front of her eyes. This dressing gown is difficult for someone to control. It is because of its length that some women are long and good. It is like stealing this. Adults are as awkward as clothes, only Helen Weiwei can put the lazy wear to the extreme.

Even the master himself thought that such a nightgown would be worn on the body, and it would definitely give people a sense of distance.

But Helian Weiwei is different. Just like the master said, her body is very good, so the pure white clothes are on her body. Instead of the plain feeling, it is exquisite and temperament. There is a lot of free and easy.

"Come here." Bai Lijiajue looked at her and looked at her. The legs were sitting on the wooden chair, and the body leaned back and leaned back. There was a kettle on his hand, and his face was beautiful and cold. The domineering gas field is fully open.

Isn't the light here a good amount? Still have to look closer? Helen Weiwei walked over in confusion, but I didn't expect to face each other quickly. The Baili Jiajue still felt that it was not enough to grab her arm and zoom in.

The master is personally fine. When I saw this scene, I quickly helped the two to close the door, and then hurriedly stepped back.

Helian Weiwei is still frowning.

The Barry Gregory had already placed her on her long legs, and her fingers naturally entered her robe...

Helian Weiwei suddenly became stiff, and she never thought that things would develop like this.

It seems that he just found a place where only two of them can bully her.

"you……"

"Well?" The face of Zhang Jun is getting closer and closer, and she can feel his breath until recently: "Do you want people outside to hear it?" The hoarse voice echoed in her ear, toned The Xu slows down almost low: "Hey, you know, I don't want to use any means for you."

Is this not a means?

Helen Weiwei wanted to be far away from him, but only after a move, his generous big palm swiftly explored, holding her arm tightly, forcing her to move.

At the end of the day, even if he didn't use his hand, she couldn't move.

It must have been something that was moved by her Highness and on her body.

"Well... it seems that there is still something missing." Baili Jiajue looked at Helen Weiwei, who was light in his arms.

Then he put on the warm teapot next to his hand, and slowly poured all the water on Helen Weiwei's body.

Although the temperature of the water was always there, it still caused Helen Weiwei to shake. She raised her eyebrows at the man in front of her eyes, and screamed lowly: "Bai Lijiajue!"

He didn't even hear it. The big hand held the long leg she wanted to lift, and she smiled close to her shiny eyes: "I know, this color is right for you."

He said, he hugged her whole person and hugged her straight into the back room, where there was a one-meter-high bronze mirror.

Helen Weiwei didn't dare to look at himself in the bronze mirror. The white nightgown, which was wet by the water, was attached to the body. If there was a red cloth pocket hidden inside, the legs were slenderly standing on the good carpet, and the white toes. On the black blanket, there is such a charming taste.

The Bailijiajue stood behind her, holding her waist in one hand and rubbing her neck in one hand. The indifferent side face was with the rare evils that were usually rare. The medieval bloodsucking count, thinking of how to smoke when getting the perfect prey.

Helen Weiwei didn't know if it was because of this position that she was completely seeing the reason in her eyes. The stimulus seemed to be twice as much as usual.

He fixed her firmly in her arms and kissed her neck from her ear.

Strong masculinity and fire-like scent, so slowly numb her body, let her panic to struggle, but he clenched her wrists with one hand, the other hand instinctively explored her chest Indiscriminate, it was easy to fall down a few buttons, revealing bright red close-fitting clothing.

The nightgown did not know when it had already appeared in a semi-open state, but Bailijiajue still refused to let her go.

The thin lip rubbed back and forth in the place where the red mark was before, seemingly confirming his exclusive branding. Suddenly, his mouth was slightly raised and he bit his mouth toward the place.

"Since bathing, don't help clean the husband, then come back now." The action of the Bailijiajue became more and more excessive, as if she had decided to eat her at this time, she couldn’t resist, kissed and fell lightly. Helen Weiwei’s apron is like punishment, but gentle like spring water.

Helen Weiwei was forced to bear the heat from him, and his back was tightly attached to him. In front of him was a bronze mirror that made her only feel ashamed. The long legs were soft like no one stepping on the ground. .

The body of youth is so sensitive, plus her recent... so Helen Weiwei can't control himself, his fingers are pressed by the man's hand, not resisting or wanting him to continue.

This kind of action caused the greater enthusiasm of the Bai Lijiajue, the hot palm, across the apron, constantly kneading her softness: "Like the clothes that the temple helps you choose? Um?"

"Are you coming to help me choose clothes?" Helen Weiwei's strength is losing, and he can only bite his thin lips: to make his voice not shake: "You, you used it for me." Fixation."

"Yeah." Bai Lijiajue worked hard and smiled lightly, making him look like a jade-like son, but unfortunately the eyes are not clean enough, dyed deep demon: "What? I want you to be for you." Untie?"

Helen Weiwei snorted, but the voice was even more dumb than usual.

"I can help you out." Bai Lijiajue is very weak, but the content is... "However, I need your hand to complete the work you should have done."

jobs? Who would treat this as a job?

Helen Weiwei’s face was very hot, and he wanted to rely on his own strength to untie the body.

"If you don't, or you break through the body." Barry's thin lips leaned on her ear: "Then I will let other ways come."

How can Helen Weiwei listen to him, his fingers move, and he wants to resist.

"It's not so embarrassing." Bai Lijiajue directly held her hand in her palm, then took her hand, slowly, slowly, and explored the place...

Helen Weiwei's red ears were red, and even the breathing was a bit hot: "You, let go."

"Let me let go? How is it possible? When you open the door today, deliberately wear it like that, and want me to let go?" Baili Jiajue laughed, sweat drove down the handsome face, dripping on her snowy Neck...