Chapter 57： Foot control welfare

The big buttocks couldn’t hold the two hands, and the ten fingers were trapped in the soft and thick hairs. It was like licking the dough. However, the songs had not been pinched a few times, and the original soft buttocks suddenly became hard. It looks like two big stones.

This big white tiger's buttocks muscles tightened, and the feel dropped several times in an instant. Even if there is a thick layer of tiger skin covered, it can't hide its rock-solid presence.

He Ruge raised his head in resentment and looked at the grievances of the great white tiger.

"You have been smashed eight times, and I just pressed you four times."

How many times the **** will not fall off the meat. He Ru, who is not being his own butt, is reluctant to withdraw his hand.

Although he can't lick his ass, he can lick his back! He Ruge re-ignited his enthusiasm. He eagerly gave the big white tiger a shoulder, the attitude of diligence, and the thoughtful service, enough to make up for the lack of strength.

However, Xi Guizheng has some distressed words such as the hand of the song, he is afraid of how the song is tired of himself, only let He Ru song pinch for a while, then advise the other party to let go.

The cat-catching match lived a fairy, and He Ruge firmly refused to swear, sitting on the back of Xi Gui’s back and happy. On the back of the seat is a piece of fluff, the only place without hair is the transplanted insect wing.

The silver-white insect wings are more like a work of art than the wings. He Ruo’s fingertips gently trace the dark golden lines of the wings. I don’t know if he saw more of his own demon, why Always feel the lines on the wings...

Also like a kind of demon.

The outline of the wing is sharp like a blade, and the fingertips are obsolete and accidentally cut by the wings. A drop of blood flows out of the wound. When the sputum is weak and the imperceptible blood smell fills the air, the pupil of the guilty guilty shrinks. He turns his head like a temptation and stares at the person in front of him.

He Ruge did not notice his gaze, his brows were slight, and he looked at the small mouth on his belly for a while. This is only a minor injury to He Ruge, and there is not much pain. He opened his mouth and put the bleeding fingers in the mouth.

Everything seems to be played in slow motion. The small mouth that breaks open on the belly is like a small cherry mouth, which gives off a fragrant smell, and people can't help but want more.

Xi Guizhen tasted the taste of He Ru Ge's blood, sweet enough to let him stop, just to taste the taste of the marrow, bring the thrill of the soul to the top, even after a few days, once again smell the familiar smell can still let the whole body up and down A cell is ready to move.

I want to taste another bit...

No, why is it that the song will be hurt!

The dark emotions in the blue dragonfly reappeared, and the two thoughts pulled the war in the heart.

In front of the eyes, the eyes are drooping, the fingers are covered, the tongue is against the wound, and the attention of the guilt is transferred from the fingertips to the looming tongue.

He thought... I tasted the taste of the tongue. If I just sucked the tongue of He Ruo, I wouldn’t let He Ruge be hurt.

He Ruge went to Love Mall to buy a band-aid, stuck in the injured position, and was preparing to regroup and continue to massage the great cause. As soon as he looked up, he saw the eager eyes in the huge tiger cub.

Too hot a sight, it seems like a slap in the air.

"What's wrong?" If it wasn't for sure that the white tiger would not bite him, he would suspect that he would be treated as a Chinese meal, and he would die in the next second.

"...nothing, since your hand is hurt, don't massage any more."

Not letting He Ruge massage, is to deprive He Ruge of the source of happiness. He Ruge hurryed to hug the tiger's back and revive the words: "Just been scratched, there is nothing, it does not affect my massage at all."

"No." The white tiger is not moving.

"It's really okay, this incision is thinner than the hair, the blood flowing out is smaller than the rice grain, and the pain of being bitten by the mosquitoes is stronger than this." He Ruge slammed the tiger's ear and sighed at the tiger's ear. When the white tiger shakes all over the body and looks at it inexplicably, He Ruge said: "I am blowing your ears and blowing your wrong ideas."

Xi Guizhen looked at the songs on his body, and he knew that he was doing a big fuss now. He had seen multiple injuries in the Star Wars. He himself was also fatally wounded. At that time, he saw **** Wounds, eyelids will not move more.

But at the moment, even if there is a small mouth on the fingertips of He Ru, his heart seems to have been cut by a knife.

Those who don't care break a hand, and those who don't care are scratching their fingers.

"Then you step on my back with your feet." Xi Guizhen made a suggestion: "There is no difference between using a foot massage and a hand."

The back of the big white tiger is equal to the huge cat blanket, thick and soft, but he is not a child, so big, and still stepping on the cat blanket to step on like what?

When He Rue’s heart was engaged in the war between the heavens and the humans, the white tiger in front of him turned himself into a cat cake, lazily turned his head, and snorted like a yawn, and the blue dragonfly also picked up slightly. come on."

He Ruge: "..."

Who can hold this.

He Ru Ge quickly took off his shoes, worried that wearing socks would not stand the tiger's back, he tangled, took off his socks, and walked barefoot to the big white tiger.

Xi is squatting on the ground, and there is a foot like a jade carving in the field of vision. He is like a song. Every part of the body is like a god, and it is full of softness and exquisiteness that has never been touched by Xi Gui. This is the fragile beauty that needs to be taken care of.

The toes are the cute ones in the imagination, and the edges of the feet are smudged with good-looking powder. The feast of the eyes was satisfied, and the tact of this suggestion was conquered.

He Ruge’s feet wanted to be lifted, but he stopped and stopped.

"What's wrong?" Xi blamed for the tempering of He Ru Ge.

"I am afraid of stepping on you." He Ruge said his inner worry, he heard the soft sneer of Xi Guizheng. "You are so heavy, it doesn't matter if you jump on me."

He Ru, who was stimulated by the law, immediately stepped on the back of the tiger and slammed his foot on the tiger's buttocks. The sole of the foot stepped on a thick bristles of the tiger's buttocks, just like a big white tiger. A chapter.

The buttocks were too late to be touched and the seats were awkward. He turned his head and looked at the trousers, and he slammed on his back. He looked at the other person’s left foot and stepped on his foot. He was very busy. .

His heart seems to have been covered with footprints, and there are traces of this person everywhere.

He Ruge looks very happy, and the smile on his lips has never disappeared. The blue dragonfly became extremely soft, but after seeing the other person sneak up on his ass, the smile on the face of the face was gradually stiffened.

He Ru Ge always stepped on his left butt, and the cold right abutt was a little uncomfortable. When He Ruge once again extended the tempted feet on the left half of the buttocks, the big white tiger lying on the ground suddenly stood up.

The sudden rise in the moment made He Ruo song not stand still, almost fell from the back of the tiger. It was a thick and powerful tiger tail that entangled him. He Rue’s shockedly hugged the tiger's tail, and stood up against the white tiger. "How do you stand up?"

The little white tiger’s mischievous little eyes are like a sly, but this expression is fleeting. He is mature and steady: “Because I want to fly you, hug it.”

He Ruol, who hasn’t responded yet, slammed his neck and heard the sound of the wind blowing open. The slender wing quickly took off with a heavy body. The 104 room was only four meters high, and the big white tiger was able to leave the ground. More than one meter tall.

This height will not make He Ruge afraid. He even loosened the leg that clamped the tiger's body, and the soles of his feet swayed slightly.

Xi Guizhen saw the restless feet. He laughed silently and reminded him again: "Hold me."

Although He Ruge feels that he will not fall, but he is also embarrassed to ignore the goodwill reminder of the great white tiger, so why the song has some perfunctory hugs.

The arm was loose and covered with a thick neck, and the chin rested on the tiger's head. He Ruo Ge had not had time to make a sigh, and he saw his world spinning around.

The big white tiger came in the air for a hundred and eighty degree turn!

Suddenly, Suo Ge was caught off guard by the sudden hangover. He hugged the white tiger like an octopus and nervously jumped to the heart: "How come you suddenly... ah!"

Another 180-degree air tumbling, after the tiger's tail fixed in He Ruo, Xi Guizhen tumbling in a limited space like a swaying technique - swinging - rotating - flying against the ground, walls and ceiling.

He Ruomei turned to be confused, the strength of his hands was comparable to the weapon of the neck, and after the big white tiger finally landed safely, he asked if he was so excited: "It’s too exciting, don’t do this next time."

Xi Guizhen also whispered to He Ruge: "It’s too exciting to touch the buttocks. Don’t touch my **** again next time."

He Ruge: "..."

Is this revenge? Is it true? It must be.

He Rue, who was flying with a circle, was completely honest. He decided not to touch the tiger's buttocks today, and he would forget to do so afterwards. He can still touch it later.

However, it is still too naive to take his aerial acrobatics, which must be a bad idea for a bad monster.

Fingers against the pink nose, how like Song smashed his nose into a pig's nose, and his voice said sincerely: "Hey, I need to be more mature."

The nose was pumped twice, and the singer replied: "No matter who you call, your **** can't be touched."

He Ruge whispered and whispered: "Baby?"

Different from the previous one-second rejection, Xi Guiqi closed his mouth and looked at He Ruge with inexplicability. This kind of reaction made He Ruzhi see a glimmer of hope. He Ru Ge took a big claw and took a sip, softly shouted: Baby, let me touch my ass, okay?"

It's like quirking a child's quirk with a lollipop.

The grandmother of the banquet took the lollipop and enjoyed the appearance of the singer called his baby. After listening to several gentle babies, he replied: "It is not good to call the baby."

"Big baby? Heart baby?"

The more I listened to the more happy I was, the more I was stunned, and I continued to be ruthless and ruthless: "Nothing is called, **** is the bottom line."

He Ruge: "..."

I always feel that the blame is getting worse. Is it infected by cockroaches?

"...but if you really want to touch it, it can be done once or twice." For a long time, Dabaihu quietly added one more sentence.

After all, he still can't refuse Ho Rue.

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