33: Stepping on his life roots with her feet.
When Bai Qiuyi heard the first voice from Feng Xing, she swayed .
This person really, before in-depth contact, can't be more serious, after in- depth contact... you can be a grandnephew or a child in front of her.
Bai Qiuyi felt warm when she heard the second voice.
Don't say stop eating.
It's all delivered, can you still eat it?
"Yangyang is hungry? Do you want to drink milk? The milk is swollen, if you drink it, you will have your share~"
Bai Qiuyi sent this voice to Feng Xing, and looked at the side where he was not sucked by Qiaoqiao. Milk, licked his lips, resisted the desire to drink.
The first milk in the morning is reserved for Mr. Feng.
After all, Mr. Feng treats her so well and likes drinking her milk so much.
Let alone Feng Xing, Bai Qiuyi herself likes to drink her own milk and also like to play with her own milk.
After all, it's in vain and can secrete sweet milk. Who doesn't like it?
After listening to the voice, Feng Xing licked his lips.
Picking him up early in the morning, the little woman probably didn't have enough last night.
This desire is a bit strong.
However, Feng Xing's own desires are also strong, but they feel that they are quite right.
Feng Xing first pushed Feng Yang, who was lying in the stroller, to Bai Qiuyi's house, and then returned to the next door to have his own breakfast.
At this time, just after seven o'clock.
Bai Qiuyi looked at the food on the dinner table, steamed dumplings and soy milk, and a few buns.
Bai Qiuyi went into the kitchen and took the bowls and chopsticks: "What is the stuffing for dumplings?"
"There are lotus root pork and corn pork," Feng Xing said, "I don't know what stuffing you like. I cooked both. The buns are red bean paste stuffing. Yes, I did it myself."
Ouch, Mr. Feng from her family really knows everything .
Bai Qiuyi was very happy, she likes to eat noodles, and let a man cook whatever she wants. She doesn't need to do it.
Moreover, the fillings that the man wraps are all she likes to eat, and it seems that both of them have similar tastes.
"I like to eat Mr. Feng's stuffing," Bai Qiuyi put a bowl in front of him, handed him a pair of chopsticks, knowingly asked, "Why is there only one cup of soy milk?"
Feng Xing put the soy milk in front of her and looked at her: "I don't drink it, I drink your milk."
Bai Qiuyi sat down opposite him, pulled down the shoulder strap on his right shoulder, and took it from the neckline. Out of Hunyuan on the right, he looked at Feng Xing with a fascinating look: "Would you like to drink now? I was so thirsty that I was reluctant to drink it. It was specially reserved for Mr. Feng."
Feng Xing stared at her white milk, and the top one. A brown nipple swallowed: "Eat breakfast first." Now he is going to have milk, how can she eat breakfast.
How can you produce more milk without breakfast?
Fengxing felt that she was not feeding three children, but four children.
I didn't hear the woman say that if she didn't want to keep it for herself, she probably drank it all.
I didn't know how much I drank before.
Maybe when her milk swelled, she didn't squeeze it out and throw it away, but drank it herself.
Think of the way a woman is frugal, think of the way she makes a fuss.
Feng Xing's body tightened.
She must be drinking her own milk while playing with her own cunt.
Feng Xing took a big bite of the steamed buns, staring at the breast balls that Bai Qiuyi hadn't recovered.
Bai Qiuyi looked at his wolf-like eyes, his cunt was wet.
She lifted her foot and rubbed her legs.
Feng Xing swallowed his throat.
Bai Qiuyi reached between his legs and stepped on his crotch: "It's tough, Mr. Feng is really energetic."
Feng Xing did not speak, took her ankle, and led her to step on his hip. Cum, the couple solved the buns in their hands.
He leaned back, pulled down his trousers, and wrapped Bai Qiuyi's feet with his penis with one hand: "It's delicious, I'll give you ten minutes."