✓Prehistoric chef

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Chapter 70 Xiao Ming blames himself for Landa's injury!

Bujia was lying on the bed stiffly, and as soon as he touched it with his hand, he touched the long pole on the side. Gao Ming took a sip and the juice flowed out. Sticky?"

Gao Ming was lying on Bujia's body and kissed, without thinking, "It's not sticky and it hurts!"

Bujia held up his finger, and the sticky liquid smeared on Gao Ming's back, and one hand began to slowly move down. Gao Ming was kissing happily, but suddenly felt a pain in his chrysanthemum. He looked at Bujia in shock, and stammered, "You, why did you get in? Take it out!

" Jia Jia remembered what happened last night, and he inserted his fingers in again without obeying the command, only to hear Gao Ming's sharp moan beside his ear, and he pressed his fingers unconsciously again, Gao Ming's waist lying on Bu Jia's body softened, like The mud sticks to Buga's body.

"Didn't you say I'm coming today?" Gao Ming's waist was soft and his legs were crispy, and the position Bujia poked was too strong. "Aren't you dishonest?" He stared at Bujia out of the corner of his eyes.

"Xiao Ming, I promise you." Bu Jia reluctantly pulled out his finger.

Gao Ming gritted his teeth tightly, trying not to let the groaning sound flow out. This long pole is really easy to use. It feels moist and hot inside the chrysanthemum, but taking it out means that it will definitely work tonight. He started kissing along Bujia's neck, groping with both hands, the air was getting hotter and hotter, Gao Ming gasped, and said, "Bujia, do you feel that hot?" "

Not hot." Bujia felt it. Next, seriously.

But he is really hot, especially the chrysanthemum, which is hot and itchy, and I really want to scratch it. But today is his main attack, how could he give up, he gritted his teeth and insisted on lowering his head and continuing to gnaw, but he couldn't take it halfway through the gnawing, and whispered: "Bujia, scratch me, I'm so itchy."

" Where?" Buga asked.

Gao Ming's face was flushed, and he said two words in a low voice, Bujia heard it well, and stretched his finger with the long stick...

The next day, Gao Ming collapsed on the bed clutching his waist, he could let go of such a good opportunity last night, it was really unbearable! Thinking that I was drunk last night as if I had taken aphrodisiacs, and I was drunk when I picked up Bujiaqiu, and the appearance of something wrong came to my mind, Gao Ming suddenly remembered the long pole, and touched the pillow with one hand, the long pole had been crushed , the juice inside has already dried up, and it is transparent like dried glue. It must be caused by the long pole, but it seems that the long pole chrysanthemum does not hurt anymore!

In the morning, the shrimp soup was served with barbecued meat. Having learned from yesterday's lesson, Gao Ming didn't even eat a bite of the barbecued meat this time. After pouring two bowls of shrimp soup, his stomach rattled, and there was nothing he could do about it. After packing up, everyone went up the mountain together to find something to eat.

When passing by the river, Landa pointed to the mud by the river and said, "Brother Xiaoming, I dug the mud here yesterday." The

mud was washed by the river and was wet. Gao Ming knelt down and touched it. The mud was very soft. Soft and sticky. The river washed their hands clean, and the eight of them continued up the mountain. Although Qi was pregnant with a child, she was not delicate.

Gao Ming and Bu Jia planned to hold a wedding ceremony, so they had to beat the skins to prepare gifts. Although there is no shortage of leathers in the cave, it is better to have new wedding leathers. Gao Ming was holding a short sword in his hand, carefully observing the signs of the surrounding grass, Bujia followed behind and stared at Gao Ming, and rushed up immediately if there was any danger.