C167 Mu Wenshu's Kiss

Mu Wenshu's movements were urgent and even a little rough. He pressed Lu Qingli down, and the tip of his agile tongue crazily rolled over every inch of her mouth and mouth, swallowing all the bloody smell into his own mouth.

"Oh." Lu Qingli endured Mu Wenshu's madness and rudeness, and her entire body went soft. Her ten fingers tightly grabbed onto Mu Wenshu's clothes