80s: Little Sweet Wife

"Brother Ming Shun... don't move. <щww.suimeng.lā"

Meimei didn't know about Yan Mingshun's complicated inner activities. She went to the river to wash her hands and then came back to eat snacks. She deliberately wanted to stay away from someone, but when someone grabbed her hands, she had to sit back in the leather again. sofa.

From the point of view of the future chief, as long as he and the little princess are alone, the little princess has only one seat, and that is his broad embrace.

Nowhere else to talk!

Of course Meimei also likes to nest in her lover's arms, but this restless paw makes her very entangled!

She doesn't want to light someone's fire, her hands are still sore!

Pressing a certain paw for the eighteenth time, Yan Mingshun stared at Yan Mingshun, who did not change his expression. He used to think that this guy was abstinent, but now it seems that she is definitely blind.

It is obviously a sullen active volcano that erupts from time to time!

Where can Yan Mingshun be willing to warm the fragrance of nephrite jade, perseveringly put his hand on the smooth skin again, although he can't do anything, it is still more comfortable than touching the air.

Meimei glared at him again, and didn't bother to care about him anymore. She opened the snacks she brought, and what attracted her was a box of fresh red cherries, special fruits that even money couldn't buy.

The taste is really good, there is no blandness of out-of-season fruit at all, Meimei ate one after another, and seeing that Yan Mingshun refused to eat, she took one and fed it.

"Is it delicious?" Meimei asked.

Yan Mingshun ate the cherries and spat out the pits. In fact, he didn't really like this sweet and sour fruit. He looked at the girl in his arms, raised his head slightly, and couldn't get tired of seeing the delicate chin. ..

Further down...it's a white and slender neck, and he won't get tired of kissing it ten thousand times.

Under the open collar because of intimacy, is his favorite tenderness, and he wants to taste it again after gnawing it a hundred million times.

The fire that Yan Mingshun had just subsided was inexplicably picked up by a red cherry, his eyes darkened, and he lowered his head to print the same red lips he never tires of, flirting with a girl from a good family for the first time ever.

"No eyebrows... delicious..."

Yan Mingshun's slightly sandy voice sounded, Meimei still had a cherry in his mouth, Yan Mingshun was just a roll, and the cherry was rolled by him, but after a while, the sweet and sour juice was sent back.

Meimei swallowed subconsciously, but she felt that it tasted better than her own, so she couldn't help but scolded herself for being too shameless.

"I fed Meimei to eat cherries, and it was good for me to eat Meimei."

Yan Mingshun's voice sounded in his ears again. Poor Meimei's IQ is really not enough. Until now, he still didn't understand what a satyr meant. Was pushed down and lay on the carpet.

"I want to eat this..."

... (don't dare to write any more, everyone imagines it by themselves)

After being eaten and wiped off again, Meimei just realized what Yan Mingshun said just now, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to raise his head, scolding someone as a big pervert.

Why didn't she discover the nature under this satyr's skin before?

Yan Mingshun had two big meals, but he didn't feel too good. He carefully wrapped the tired girl in his arms and fed the cherries one by one. The service couldn't be more attentive.

At first, Meimei made her little temperament reluctant to eat, but she couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and masculine sex. After a while, she became a good girl and wiped out a box of cherries.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow, wait at home obediently." Yan Mingshun gently stroked his long hair, smooth as silk.

Meimei nodded obediently, "Well, Brother Mingshun, did you invite my grandfather and the others?"