football golden whistle

His face became flushed, making his light brown eyes with gradual changes more attractive. His long eyelashes flickered, tickling Ivan's heart.

His eyes are so beautiful.

They looked at each other, and these words popped up in their hearts at the same time.

Ai Wen felt the beautiful touch in his hands, and only found it addictive.

Cris' muscles seem to be more pronounced?It feels very good to the touch.

Thinking of this, Ai Wen stretched out his other hand, and touched up until he touched the full chest muscles.

The Portuguese, who had been rigidly letting him explore, trembled suddenly after his hand was attached.

"Evan..." His voice was a little unsteady.

Luo Xiaoxiao's breathing is disordered, his heart beats fast, he has a lot of experience, although he always likes to lie down and protect his waist, and doesn't like to take the initiative, but that doesn't mean that he put himself in the position of just wanting to be shy at the beginning The passive position of molesting.

However, in the face of Aiwen, who has always been calm but now seems to have changed, he is a little obsessed with enjoying the other party's love and caress...

Although his hands are touching the parts that people can't move, they are restrained and gentle. It can be felt that he is still his favorite... the charming him who is rational and self-sufficient.

Something blazing hot behind him pressed against him.

He wanted to get closer to himself, but he endured it, just being tender with himself intimately.

The Portuguese was distracted, and a trace of dissatisfaction appeared inexplicably.

Can Aiwen restrain himself at this time?

Will he still maintain his ascetic face when making out with him?

Thinking of that scene, Luo Xiaoxiao only felt that her lower body was swelled up uncomfortably.

Hmm... But I really want to see him lose his sanity and lose his aristocratic and reserved appearance...

No one seems to see the essence of Ai Wen's rational appearance, but he should have the opportunity to see it?

It should be possible... It's like he didn't expect that the most serious Ivan would be able to say such a joke that makes one's legs weak.

Ai Wen's hands were still lingering on his chest. His hands were very warm, and there were no messy calluses on them. They were indeed a pair of pampered hands.

He leaned close to Ronaldo's cheek, and from his angle, he could clearly see the perfect shape of the other's nose—not the hooked nose common to Europeans and Americans, but a very delicate nose shape, which reminded Ivan of oriental jade, Just looking at it makes me want to take a bite.

Ivan thought so and did so. He leaned over and took a light bite on it.

Even distracted.

He tilted his head, followed this movement, and then kissed the other party's lips.

"Huh..." Luo Xiaoxiao leaned against Ai Wen, and turned her face, and cooperated with Ai Wen behind him to deepen the kiss.

He just thought he was going to be drunk.

A thought floated through his confused head:

Who said Ai Wen had no experience?He looks more experienced than experienced!

Aiwen kept moving his hands, and after an unknown period of time, he finally let go of Luo Xiaoxiao, and the latter finally had time to react to his movements...

Ai Wen kneaded carefully. When he pinched a certain point, the Portuguese made a whimper in his throat. He straightened up and couldn't help raising his head. What came into view in front of him was a small table with two Full. Full of fresh big persimmons.

The persimmon's persimmon pedicle looks a little swollen, and the flower-shaped leaves below are slightly hypertrophied.

Ai Wen looked at the two persimmons together with him - the round persimmon body and the shy persimmon base.

He gave a low laugh: "Like it?"

Luo Xiaoxiao was angry, her eyes watered: "Could it be the same?! The hand feels different!"

Without the latter sentence, his words would sound a little more confident.

"Good. Different."

Hearing the other party's pleasant low laugh, Luo Xiaoxiao, ashamed and indignant, threw Ai Wen down again, and began... to pick up his clothes skillfully.

Aiwen didn't resist, and let him pick it up.

Dazzling white, very confusing.

When biting and kissing Ai Wen's beautiful muscles, Luo Xiaoxiao felt a little regretful.

It would be nice if Aiwen got a little tan~(?)

Aiwen looked at the Portuguese's honey-colored skin, raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Luo Xiaoxiao is very active, um, I bite, I lick, I let you tease me!

As he thought about this, his hands began to move wildly, and his hands were unimpeded all the way, easily reaching into Ivan's fat legs.

The expression on Aiwen's face has not changed, but his body is very honest, and the change in the size of Aiwen little reflects his thoughts.

He looked at the energetic Luo Sansui: "I have a game the day after tomorrow, and I may need to change my jersey then."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the strawberry marks on his body.

Luo Xiaoxiao: "..."

Not only did he not restrain himself, he even intensified it.

#As Cristiano Ronaldo, territorial awareness must be strong!

Ai Wen pinched his face, and chose to divert his attention with a meme.

The two people will not be like the tentative contact just now, they are no longer satisfied with kissing on the surface of the lips, and start to probe deeper.

At this time, I can see that Aiwen is a novice. Although his tongue is frank and he does not avoid it, his skills are extremely poor.

The Portuguese was very proactive, and he was determined to make Ivan lose his composure in his kissing skills.

The two of them didn't let anyone else, and just like that, 3 minutes passed.

Ai Wen has a strong learning ability. He draws inferences from one instance and comprehends by analogy, not only talking, but also using hands. When Luo Xiaoxiao was dizzy, he realized that his little Luo was being held.

Two 10 minutes later.

Ivan calmly tore off the facial tissue next to him.

He pulled a few more and handed them to Luo Xiaoxiao by the way.

The latter took it, wiped his hands, but didn't move his eyes. He stared bitterly at Ivan's lower body. He didn't want to admit that a 24-year-old was no better than a 21-year-old.

After wiping, he turned over with his mouth pouted, and stretched his limbs in such a big way that he was paralyzed on Ivan's bed, occupying most of the country.

His skin tone is quite even, except for the white spots where he wears fat clothes. Looking at those two powerful buttocks, Ai Wen's eyes darkened.

Ai Wen pulled the quilt to cover him, but Luo Xiaoxiao refused, there is heating, it is very hot, what quilt to cover?

Alvin: "Then put on your clothes."

Luo Sansui muttered: "Ewen, you are not 21 or 31 this year, are you?"

He was still very obedient in his hands. He pulled the underwear at hand and put it on. After putting it on, he found that something was wrong. Why was it a little loose? ?

A hand reached out, offering him a piece of fabric: "This is yours, Cris."

Luo Xiaoxiao:! ! !

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He was in a complicated mood, and accidentally touched the remote control on the bedside table next to him, and the TV turned on.

The replay of the game between England and Germany was shown on TV. Just at the 90th minute of the game, Ivan dribbled the ball past 5 people and shot long shots in the half.

Luo Xiaoxiao suddenly forgot the embarrassment just now, his eyes fell on the TV, and he couldn't move away.

Until Ivan scored a goal, the cheers were deafening through the TV.

At that time, the Portuguese was on the scene and could not see the specific expression and movements of Ivan when he dribbled the ball at close range, but this would be different. The TV was constantly replaying this goal that must be selected as the best shot in this World Cup. Ivan’s He could see every move clearly.

Seeing his earnest and obsessed expression, Ai Wen also looked at his performance at that time, hugged Luo Xiaoxiao from behind by the way, and kissed his cheek.

Luo Xiaoxiao was very excited. At that time, the urge to hug Aiwen and kiss him enough came again. He immediately turned around and slammed Aiwen skillfully.

Between the kisses, he gasped and said with bright eyes, "I'm very happy."

Alvin: "What are you happy about?"

Luo Xiaoxiao hugged him and rubbed against him: "I found a team!"

Alvin:? ? ?

Ai Wen stretched out his hand and pinched the Portuguese's upturned buttocks.

Luo Xiaoxiao bit his lip angrily: "Your fans gave you a title, and you are a team."

Ai Wen snorted, and he smiled: "Me too, I'm very happy, I met the No.2 man that female fans all over the world want to marry the most."

The Portuguese stared: "Who is No.1?"

"Just in front of you."

The two looked at each other, and Ai Wen suddenly burst into a bright smile, which was different from the lazy, polite and casual smiles before. It was the smile he had when he took the penalty kick!It's so sweet that it's been used as a big headline!

Thinking that such a smile could fascinate countless people, Luo Xiaoxiao was proud and a little unhappy.

"Doudou, you look so pretty." Luo Xiaoxiao leaned over and whispered in Aiwen's ear.

In the end, he discovered that Ai Wen's expression had changed, with a trace of... embarrassment.

Luo Xiaoxiao seemed to have discovered a new continent, he was like a child who found some little secret and was complacent: "Doudou? DouDou?"

"..."

The Portuguese smiled happily: "Doudou, can I give you my love?"

The hand that gently stroked his back stopped.

He secretly rejoiced, only thinking that the sweet words of his confession moved Ai Wen, but he didn't realize that Ai Wen's eyes were darker.

Ai Wen hugged him, and suddenly exerted force, Luo Xiaoxiao was thrown over by him without any precautions, and the positions of the two of them were lost.

Ivan stared at him: "You say it again?"

Luo Xiaoxiao reacted to his hunting eyes. His masculine instinct made him want to fight back: "I gave all my love to you, and you must keep it well, don't lose it!"

The noses of the two people almost touched each other, their eyes met, and neither of them wanted to look away first, as if they were having some kind of communication about conquering the territory.

After a long time, Aiwen raised the corners of his lips: "Okay, I will take good care of it."

He kissed the tip of the other's nose, and asked, "Then Cris is also full of my hobbies?"

The Portuguese, who was dazed again by the other party's tenderness and beauty, nodded indiscriminately.

Then, he felt that he was turned over by Aiwen with his ingenuity.

Ai Wen quickly stuck to his back, and Luo Xiaoxiao found that Ai Wen seemed to like hugging him from behind.

He had no sense of crisis at all, he just thought that Ivan wanted to hug him like this.

However, the other party suddenly took out a box, held it out in front of him, and shook it.

"Cris, is this something you dropped?"

Luo Xiaoxiao, who had hidden a box of small umbrellas on her body before coming here with impure thoughts: "..."

He just took off his pants and forgot, this thing fell out of his trouser pocket, and Ivan found it!

Luo Xiaoxiao's ear tips were red.

He wanted to justify something, but shut his mouth again with a groan.

"My wife has a heart. Since this is the case, I have to satisfy my wife." The person behind said, showing his desire to Luo Xiaoxiao generously, and the burning heat on his buttocks explained everything.

He then clung to the Portuguese, turned his head, and bit the back of his neck with undeniable force.

Luo Xiaomao exploded, and he realized that he should do something... Wait a minute, why does he seem to be the one below? !

His condom is intended to be used by himself!All sizes are his!

Ai Wen reacted faster, he reached out to Ronaldinho, and held the most sensitive part of the opponent in his hand.

The Portuguese hesitated for a second, and was about to "lose" the night.

He slowly succumbed to Ivan's nice voice, his sweet words, and his gentle movements, allowing him to bite himself like a small animal, feeling the regular vibrations of the high-quality bed under him , couldn't help sobbing.

……

After 40 minutes, Ivan took out a few tissues again, bowed his head and kissed away the wetness from the corners of his eyes.

He was a little tired, squinting his eyes and didn't want to talk to Ivan.

In a daze, he heard Ai Wen whispering in his ear.

"Just pick me up, don't pick up a team, you're too busy, Mrs. DeWitt," Ivan said hoarsely, "Why don't you change it to... let's start a team?"

He was covered in thin sweat, the hair on his forehead was wet, his eyelashes seemed to be a little glued, and his eyes were full of satisfaction after a full meal, looking sexy and charming.

What a ghost, Luo Xiaoxiao reluctantly opened his eyes, focused on Ai Wen's face, and found that the other party was not satisfied!

His hand is still soothing. There is pity in his eyes, but more is longing!

"Don't do it again!" Luo Xiaoxiao stared, and taught Ai Wen a lesson, "Did you get the World Cup champion? If you don't get it, you will know and think about these irrelevant things!"

He was quite proud after he finished speaking, and used what Ai Wen had said to him before to block Ai Wen.

Aiwen is innocent: "How can it be irrelevant?"

"How could it be related?!"

"Relaxing before the game is also a necessary measure to prepare for the game."

"..."

"My wife came here in person, don't you want to do the same?"

"Don't call me that!" Hearing this name, his legs softened. The Portuguese expressed his anger and turned over to rebel.

Is there anything better than kissing to appease Luo Xiaoxiao?Is one kiss enough?Not enough, then twice.

Aiwen's eyes were lighter in color, his good-looking eyes were half-closed, and a shallow kiss fell on the Portuguese's eyes, earnest and pious.If cat ears were put on his head, he would probably be a big cat who just ate a fish and barely filled his belly.

And now meowing and wanting to be fed.The shaken Luo Xiaoxiao thought expressionlessly.

But his embrace was very warm, and he didn't want to leave at all.

Forget it, who made me the master!

Ivan said in his ear: "Do it again, I will score an extra goal the day after tomorrow, okay, dear Cris."

Luo Xiaoxiao snorted: "Is it enough to enter two?"

Ai Wen turned him over: "Well, remember the excess first, and make up for it after the World Cup."

"..."

Luo Xiaoxiao, who was paralyzed on the bed, felt that she might not be able to get out of bed tomorrow.

However, at the moment of beauty, he does not want to refuse at all.