Chapter 29

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Hey... Wasn't the last time with Jian Yan made love five days ago?
How... Starting to hurt again? Is it because I miss her so much that the distance becomes so short? Wasn't it so quick to get sick with her before? Still saying that I'm really getting more and more serious? If not, when will you go to the hospital to remove her? Is...

Ning Nai Toan's heart once again popped up with an idea of ​​surgery, only a 20% chance of success made her unable to make up her mind, she worked hard to find a lover, and her lover did not criticize her. , she can't because the probability of success is extremely low.

It's perfect like now... It's just perfect...

The current discomfort is only temporary, as long as Jian Yan is with herself, she will be fine, and there will be nothing.
Ning Naisan's forehead was sweating, the pain in her small stomach became more obvious, the pain and temptation attracted more and more intense every time than before, she couldn't help but use her hand to look down swollen legs.

It's just soft and pinching, the discomfort in the body is relieved a little, Ning Nai Toan resolutely reaches into his pants, without any hindrance, she already has a little bit of meat when she touches it.
The hand placed in the air was already icy cold, the cold suddenly touched the flesh of the body, the penis trembled but became more spiritual.
"Oh ~ Yan Yan ~ Yan Yan ~ ~" Ning Nai Toan on one hand flaunts her own flesh, while closing her eyes and calling out Jian Yan's name, in her mind all is this charming and charming woman from the past, lying on her own under her body, sitting on her own, leaning against the window, on the dinner table when her full ass was raised.

The warmth in her hand was passed on from the flesh, gradually becoming warm, Ning Nai Toan imagined that Jian Yan's tender little hand was serving herself, the penis suddenly trembled a little. , a little mucus came out from the head, she brought the slime, followed by rolling a little bit on the chalk on the skin.
Just as she was about to rush forward, the video phone rang.
Ning Nai Toan looked at the name "Jian Yan" on her mobile phone, she hesitated a bit, but finally continued.

"A Ning? What are you doing?" After Jian Yan opened the video, put the phone aside, picked up the makeup remover and put on makeup, and started doing her own thing.
The resolution of the front-facing camera is not too good, but Jian Yan's beauty is still to attract people's hearts, Ning Naisan's breathing is a little slow, she calms down, opens her mouth to say: "No... Doing nothing."
The movement in her hand is even faster, the animal under the body seems to know who the opposite person is in the video, more excited than before.

Facing the choked voice that caught Jian Yan's attention when she was taking off her jewelry, she put down the things in her hand, looked at the screen, and sure enough, she saw Ning Naizan's unsuitable expression, she frowned. , feeling a little uneasy in her heart: "Isn't there an uncomfortable place? How is your face so pale? There is a forehead."

"No, maybe it's just a little hypocrisy." Ning Nai Toan was not too wrong on her tired face, she didn't think it was difficult to go home once. Jian Yan still had to worry about her body and find an excuse.
Jian Yan half-trusted and doubtful, looking at her stimulated her shoulders, her eyes were alluring, her face was empty, and she directly opened her mouth: "Put the camera at the bottom."

"Ah?" Ning Nai Toan froze, opened her mouth wide, and the movements on her hands stopped, not knowing how to respond.
"Calm..." Jian Yan rubbed her forehead, "You go and open the little drawer under the closet, there is a pink pastel box, take out the things inside."
Ning Nai Toan heard the instructions, quickly stood up and ran over, and in the video opposite Jian Yan, she could see that the gray sports pants were floating and wet.
Although it has already been predicted, but Jian Yan's heart is still depressed.
The distance between illness and disease is shortened...

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