MTL - Here Comes The Lady Chef-Chapter 482 Who is taking the initiative?

"I'll do it myself!" At this point, Princess Yunji is already like a firecracker with a twisted thread, and her petite body can't bear the huge capacity in the body. At this moment, all the restraints must be removed in order to have the slightest relief. Inside spray thin heat.

When Wen Ting looked again, Wen Ting's body was no longer the shameless and well-groomed princess just replaced by a good piece of sheep fat jade. The white beauty jade was flawless. On that good sheep fat jade, it is warm, perfect, and stunningly beautiful!

Wen Ting was shocked and wondered what to do, but he subconsciously put away his lower abdomen, for fear of his hasty weight, crushed the good white goat fat.

A pair of little soft hands did not know where to grab Wen Ting's big hand, and straightly touched that high mountain peak.

Wen Ting's whole body seemed to be pricked by acupuncture, and a visual and tactile linkage sensory sensation that had never before ignited him to burst.

Instead, he had no mastery of his own, and then the other hand was unceremoniously covering the top of another mountain!

There are clouds and mist on the tip of the mountain, gentle and soft.

Slowly walking, enjoying the clouds in the hands, my heart has drifted gently.

There is a kind of rare and unique in the world, just like at this moment, the uniqueness of Wen Ting's hands is being gently and wantonly covered, slowly tentatively becoming touch, and then tentatively becoming rubbing, from below On the other hand, from the periphery to the center, and finally successfully reached the summit, only the greedy and surprised enjoyment and feeling of the focus that slowly expands with the temperature in the hand.

A little bit of temptation accompanied by Wen Ting. Yun Yun's voice followed the tacit understanding, and the moan was tender and delicate, although it was not tuned. But he was really telling Wen Ting, continue, and then continue.

at last.

A wet warmth replaced the wrap of the palm.

When you look at Wen Ting again, it is already the whole person's head and face, completely immersed in the glow of the mountain peaks and clouds.

From time to time, I taste the fruits of victory on this mountain top, and sometimes I can't bear the rosyness of the mountain that surrounds the loss.

Princess Yun Ling felt like she was rippling on a high swing. The soft waist has long been unwilling to listen to his call, and it rises and falls in response from time to time. Arch up.

I don't know when the voice in the throat has a mutual radiance. At first it was yours, but now it's a sing-along between the two. Sync with you.

"Wen Ting ... brother ..." The suffocation struck repeatedly. After all, this claim was fully spoken.

"I'm here." At this moment, Wen Ting also felt that all his blood vessels were about to burst, especially some parts of his body. Because of the climbing effort, he had been in intimate contact with the quietness of the valley and the creeks under the mountain many times.

Although it was already tense, it was still breathing hard.

"Brother Wen Ting ..." Princess Yun Yan called again subconsciously, and the blankness of her brain and the pause of hypoxia that had long been suffocated made her feel that she only needed a reality to fill the gap.

"I'm here." Wen Tingming knew what she wanted, but still responded steadily. Then slowly pulled a big hand from the mountain peak reluctantly. Then gently leaned towards the deep valley path.

The winding path is quiet, and the streams are gurgling.

Wushan, muddy.

At this moment, the teaching texts in the "Scriptures" have already become a soothing in Wen Ting's mind. With the real feeling in his hands, Wen Ting once again feels that the responsibility under him is extremely great!

"Brother Wen Ting ..." With the caress of Wen Ting's big hand, Princess Yun Yan's cheeks and lips had been burning for a long time, and she tried to stand up several times to be met, but was gently blocked by Wen Ting in bed.

"Be obedient, listen to me." Wen Ting comforted softly, knowing that the pain that would accompany an unavoidable qualitative change would be brought to a girl, but he still tried his best to reduce the pain.

Knowing that the next thing would be a pain that I had heard, but so curious; the kind of heart that hovered in front of the door and eagerly wanted to open the door to welcome the princess Yunfu burned again.

"Yuner ... obedient ..." Wen Ting rubbed the already muddy valley again, and his voice was heartbreaking.

"Um." Princess Yunji looked like a kitten at this time. Although her heart was tickling, she buried her head and face in Wen Ting's chest.

Wen Ting gently passed through the valley with gentle fingers. At this moment, the surroundings were silent. Only the red candle in front of the bed swayed, and the snowflakes fell outside the window.

The breathing of the two people is unified under a tacit action.

Two admiring hearts merged into one at this moment.

My pupils are dilating and my body is shaking.

That is the metamorphosis of the cocoon-butterfly, and that is the majestic tall and straight!

"Ah ..." A soft, sullen shout, followed by Yun Yun's tight grasp of Wen Ting's arm, was taken out by Yun Danfeng.

The narrow body tightly wrapped Yong Wu, a kind of fulfillment never before, occupying the heart of Princess Yunji for a moment.

It turned out that this is what it feels like to be a bride, and it turns out that this is what He said was the gift of union.

The princess Yunji felt attentively, a touch of peeling, a touch of soreness.

A painful and happy tangle entangled her heart.

On one side was Wen Ting's distress and pity, but he couldn't stop rising.

On the one hand, he was full of surprises, but he did not dare to try more in-depth exploration.

Therefore, the pair of petite hands hesitated in Wen Ting's back muscles, waist and abdomen, and between the neck.

Grasp it tightly from time to time, and sometimes gently push it out.

The kind of lingering desire to enter and rest is entangled and entangled between these two clean young bodies.

Increasingly close, **** in the end.

He was like a powerful paddle, and he was like a light boat, leaning on each other, on a lonely lake.

With every stroke he struck, he could send himself to the heart of the lake farther away.

With each gentle stroke, he can make himself more comfortable to spin.

The oars are struggling and the ship is struggling.

Together, they rushed to the madness in the heart of the lake.

He was like a swing flying into the sky, and he sat lightly on his wooden board.

His gentle waves have already sent himself to the sky.

His strenuous excitement made him even more impatient.

Intertwined, intertwined, intertwined, intervened.

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The red candle shamed, and the wooden bed rang.

The soft groaning has long been an unbridled vent.

The young body glowed with youth in the ups and downs.

Even though the pain is not accompanied by beauty, the slowly flowing stream has long since smoothed the pain.

The carved wooden bed gently hits the new wall.

The beautiful curtains swayed gently around the bed.

Then, as the storm sounded more eager and swift, the curtain seemed to sway in the storm.

at last!

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