Chapter 309

Sure enough, I haven't been a nurse for a period of time. I'm not as strong as before.

Every year, Ting's brain was turned dizzy, and the heart wanted to die.

He thought that the most humiliating time in his life was to be held by Princess Lausanne.

But today, although he drank seven minutes drunk, but he has been very good drinking capacity, the brain is a little dizzy, but the consciousness is still sober.

But when he came in, he pretended to be very drunk. When he suddenly regained consciousness, he would be exposed by her.

If you don't have face, you have to be brave at the moment.

Lausanne was struggling to walk to the door with the annual thunder in his arms. All his strength was almost exhausted.

Now she has some regrets that she shouldn't have held it.

Overestimate yourself.

"Do you weigh a dozen pounds, as heavy as a pig?" Lausanne muttered. He was drunk anyway, and the drunk might not remember tonight.

"I I'm not heavy... "

"How can I be heavy? I'm the most perfect figure. I'm not much meat, not a little meat."

Lausanne muttered, "drunk are so narcissistic, really drunk or fake drunk."

Every year, Ting's heart was thumping, and he puffed out a breath of wine. "Of course I am Not drunk, my spirit Good. I can come back Ten bottles. "

"You can blow it," Lausanne gritted his teeth and put him on the big bed, but because of the excessive force, his body area was pulled into his chest.

In addition to the smell of alcohol, he also has the smell of male hormones.

Her small face a hot, busy to get up, but annual Ting like octopus wrapped her tightly.

Even her long legs were hanging on her waist, and her mouth was still murmuring: "don't go, Lolo, I can't bear you."

Lausanne almost broke down when he saw them.

Under her, she pressed on him, her hands on his cheek, his two long legs around her.

Although she has not experienced that kind of thing, but also can't be pure to know nothing.

Isn't this the position between men and women.

But it's just a change of position. She's up and he's down.

He's really drunk.

Otherwise, how could he stand such a female posture.

"You let me go first, I'll be next door to you," Lausanne coaxed gently like a child.

"I don't let go, I want to hold you to sleep," annual Ting put her arm around her neck, her eyes dense like stars in the dark night.

Lausanne's heart beat faster and her face turned strawberry.

She finally understood why so many men would be unable to resist being caught by women from below.

It turns out that the picture of being hooked around the neck by a man is quite attractive.

Especially the men under the body are so handsome and thirsty.

Usually high above, but now full of proud and lovely.

"Don't make trouble. I'm your sister. How can you sleep with me?" Lausanne had a bad idea and tricked him. "You used to call me sister sang."

The annual average of the year is as follows

This woman is really bad when he is drunk.

When did he call sister sang.

Isn't that what Xiao Si called.

"Lolo You're lying. I'm drunk But you are my woman I remember clearly Every year, Ting turned over and pressed her under him.

Lausanne froze, moved, and wanted to sit up, but his legs were as heavy as huge stones.

It's over. She's stealing chicken and not eating rice.

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