dance like a butterfly

The slender cloud makes a coincidence, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver guy is dark.When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win the world and countless people.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I endure the magpie bridge to return.If the two feelings last for a long time, how can they be there, day and night.

I know that it is very inappropriate for me to think of Qin Shaoyou's "Magpie Bridge Immortal" when Lao Han is hungry and thirsty, and when he loves and hates his rough and gentle behavior.However, at this moment, in addition to the soul-shaking feeling, I am already filled with boundless tenderness in my heart.Filled with the same satisfaction and happiness.

My heart is a river, and I look forward to Lao Han crossing it.

My body is a boat, and I must discard all the doubts and worries that still remain in my heart in the abyss of the sea, and only carry his incomparably firm belief in loving me and go ashore steadily!

His face is so upright, even though he was bewitched and subverted by excitement, he is a different kind of sexy!

I love his eyebrows.The lying silkworm eyebrows are not very long, but they are unusually thick.The eyes are not big, but they are very energetic!

I love his nose, straight and straight.I love his lips, neither thin nor thick, brightly colored.I love his beard, sexy and mature!

I love his fair complexion and his deep affection at the moment, the kind of expression that wants to lead me up and down in the wind and waves of the sea.

Brother, you are electricity, brother, you are light, brother, you are my only myth, I can only love you, you are the supperstar in my heart!

However, Lao Han's increasingly heavy breathing still dragged me back to the world.

Old Han was already dripping with sweat.

click.

Click again.

I watched carefully, except that Lao Han's sweat dripped drop after drop on my lower abdomen and chest, splashing away like broken jade, and tears, silently slipping down from Lao Han's face again.

Under the light, I could feel the heat from his sweat evaporating slowly, and I saw the deep and shallow grooves in his buttocks when the muscles exerted force.

Finally, one foot of Lao Han standing on the sofa seemed to be unsteady, and he staggered hastily. He leaned forward, and I felt that the lower part rose again, and something suddenly poured in.With a cry, like a tiger howling, Lao Han threw himself on me.

I thought Lao Han would be as soft as dough, without any strength anymore.I reached out to wipe the sweat and tears off his face, but he blocked my hand, opened his mouth, and bit my left chest hard.

Lao Han bit my left breast like a baby, and suddenly, he burst into tears again.