Moji's iron plow was plowing step by step along her narrow ditch, and the tender flesh wall flipped along the smooth plowshare to the two sides. The gap left behind him quickly closed.

The walls and canal water are tightly wrapped around the iron plow. Fortunately, it is a canal. If it is a main canal, let alone an iron plow, even a steel plow will have to be broken and sand!

This is the second time that Moji's iron plow has entered this narrow ditch. Last time, he completed rough plowing, that is, he cuts the road, cuts the road when he meets the mountains, and builds bridges when he encounters the water. What about the work of the engineers. What about this time?

This time, we need to work hard like a farmer, and we cannot be as careless as last time, but we need technical work!

Tong Huizhi's private parts have become white and tender after her own maintenance, and they look like a bulging steamed bun, which is very different from those of ordinary women, although they are about forty-five people,

But it is similar to a young woman in her twenties. In addition, she has undergone uterine contraction surgery, and the taste in the cavity is beyond the reach of ordinary women.

As if it was agreed, Tong Huizhi's unremitting efforts for more than 20 years were just to wait for the arrival of Moji, a little hooligan, to the arrival of the big guy! Now, the hardships are finally over, and the fog is opened to guard the clouds and mountains! Her fleshy mouth is tight

He tightly wrapped around Moji's iron plow, as if he was afraid that a mistake would be broken.

Little Moji is like a refueling farm, galloping in the vast fields, like a wild horse who is just a young man, indulging in the mountains and valleys, he plucks unscrupulously, "It's noon to hoe the fields, and sweat drips

"The soil under the grain" is like a tireless perpetual motion machine. Every attack hit Tong Huizhi and trembled all over her body! She put her back on her back, like a frightened little white rabbit, her eyes full of fear!

She didn't expect Moji to be so brave, and she didn't know that last time, Moji was afraid that she hadn't tasted the iron plow for a long time and had something to keep.

Xiao Moji felt the burning from her soft cavity, like boiling water pouring on his monk's head, as if he was about to cook it! He knew that Tong Huizhi was about to fly, but he didn't expect

She was so undestructive. After all, she was a 40-year-old and could not withstand such heavy loads of movement. So he slowed down his pace again, lay on her delicate body, and the iron plow slowly entered and exited.

That gentle chant.

Looking at Tong Huizhi's panting, Moji said with a heartache: "Mom, are you tired?"

Tong Huizhi gasped and said in infinite charm: "Bad...bad son, do you want to...drama's bones...bones...drama's bones...bones?"

Moji, the little hooligan, smiled badly and said, "It turns out that my mother is just Mr. Ye, so good-looking!" Little Moji felt the passionate squeeze and ruthless destruction in his tone, and the comfort could not be expressed in words.

"Little bad...bad guy, mom is old... I'm old, and that... can withstand your impact...?" Until now, she still didn't recover and spoke intermittently. She pretended to be angry.

He knocked on his forehead and thought to himself: But what his son said was right. He was anxious to ask him to hurry up. Unexpectedly, Moji got himself done in just a few strokes. It would be strange if he didn't lose his power if he said it!

"From the future, I think it will be enough to give my mother love once a month!" Moji, the little hooligan, said jokingly, as if it was a very happy thing to joke about Tong Huizhi.

"Bad son, don't you want to vegetarian your mother to death?" Tong Huizhi protested loudly, afraid that what he said was the same.

Moji smiled wickedly, and the joke on his face made Tong Huizhi pinch his waist fiercely. He was so painful that he was careless, and his face changed. In revenge, his lower body couldn't help but feel a little.

Yes, Xiao Moji hit her soft little steamed bun heavily. Tong Huizhi hummed a few times with a pleasant "ahhh" and said a few times. He gave him a few dissatisfaction. Moji's heart itchy, Xiao

The brother couldn't help but thrust continuously. The small steamed bun on her lower body was stimulated and secret water was overflowing as thick as milk.

Amid the sound of impact, a sudden "baji" sound came. Moji looked down and saw a large wet area where the two of them were fighting. The milky white secret water wrapped Xiao Moji, as if it had just been washed

Like a milk bath! Mojizi smiled and said, "Mom, have you drunk milk last night?"

Tong Huizhi was busy feeling the convulsions coming from his lower body. When he heard him say this, he didn't understand what it meant, so he hurriedly said, "No, I'm talking nonsense."

Moji smiled "hehe" and said evilly: "Then why did my mother spit out milk from her little mouth?" After that, she also dipped her hands with Xiao Xu and handed it to her.

Only then did she realize that she was disguised by the little hooligan again. She couldn't help but feel angry and funny, and said angrily: "You little villain, you know how to tease your mother."

"Mom doesn't like teasing, so how do you want your son to do it?" Moji grabbed the loophole in her language and humiliated her.

"Mom doesn't care, just do whatever you want." Seeing that she couldn't tell the little hooligan, she also argued with him.

At this time, it was already bright, and the sunlight in the early morning of winter lazily shone through the screen windows, and it no longer had the same style as before.

"Good son, get up, mom is going to go to work." Tong Huizhi pushed Moji who was lying on her delicate body.

"It's still early, mom, let me do it." Moji, the little hooligan, was in a hurry. How could he ask him to come down?

"Mom has something important to deal with today. Let's have a meal together at noon, okay?" Tong Huizhimei smiled. This little villain cannot be hard with him, it can only be soft.

Sure enough, when he heard about having lunch together, he reluctantly got up from his delicate body. He didn't forget to hit him hard, which attracted Tong Huizhi's desperate eyes.

He lay down on his back and looked at the still towering little Moji, and said helplessly: "Who will save my brother?"

Tong Huizhi looked at Moji with a depressed look on his face and felt happy. This little hooligan is today! She escaped and left the bed, for fear that Moji, the little villain, would repent, so she caught her and got her back and got her back again.

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Looking at her leaving back, Mojizi smiled and said, "You are not wearing a cover yet, mom?"

As if she was being lit, Tong Huizhi's delicate body was there. She turned her head and the charming smile on her face was extremely charming. She smiled and said, "Good son, please help mom throw it over."

Moji pointed to the iron plow, looking "you understand".

Tong Huizhi had no choice but to come over, lower her high head, stretched out her lilac tongue, and started to do the work of a scavenger from the head of a young monk, meticulously.
Chapter completed!