At this time, Jesse Yun was tied back to the chair, and the buttons on his upper body had been torn apart. The straight military uniform and the white shirt inside were hung loosely on the elbows, exposing a large flat chest, which rose and fell with his rapid breathing. Volt.
This half-revealed style is in sharp contrast with Zhou Zheng’s lower body. The straight dark green pants are wrapped in slender legs. Even the black military boots don’t even come and remember to take it off. Jesse Yun seems to be in the play. The legs were tightly joined together without a gap in the middle, and the muscles at the base of his thighs tightened slightly with his tight nerves.
Henry Han took the belt and slid all the way from his neck. As he passed his chest, he unhurriedly leaned in to tease his RU head buried under the woolen cloth. He narrowed his eyes and said, “Chen Commander, are you cold? Why are you? Are you shaking?”
A layer of sweat came out of Jesse Yun’s forehead, his chest jumped faster and faster, and his throat rolled over his head dumbly, completely uncooperative.
Henry Han sneered, his tall figure approached, raised his eyebrows dangerously, and put his other hand into the Jesse Yun clothes. He touched the hardened small bump, which made him scornful. With a low laugh, “It turns out that Commander Chen is a 5lut. Not only did he get tough on my sister, but he was so excited when he saw me.”
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