When she was slumped in his arms due to breathing difficulties, Nolan finally let go, let go and withdrew from her lips and tongue. At that time, Blair’s pale face was already red, and everything in her mouth was The taste of men.
She ignored the rest, propped her left hand on the edge of the bed, panting with her head low.
Until the top of his head sounded the man was hoarse and s3xy, covered with a thin smiling voice, “Does it taste good? Or change it, let’s have porridge?” Blair was very annoyed.
This annoyance could not even tell whether it was to him or to herself.
Fingers clenched the sheet tightly, suddenly released it, and then suddenly raised his head, raising his hand and slapped it over...
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