Chi Xiaoman's pajama pants were loosely lifted on his hips, and it was particularly difficult to lift his feet to climb the cement platform to drill the railing.

Qiao Ning stretched out his arm to pick her up, hugged Chi Xiaoman when he stepped down, and buried his face in her hair happily: "Ah, come out!"

Chi Xiaoman lifted his pants up again with both hands, and instantly the pants wet with all kinds of obscene liquids were touched together with the sweat droplets and mucus on his thighs, and the wet pussy felt …