This was the first time Murong Qingshuang was squatting in this squatting position. She held the iron pestle of Shenping to find her entrance, and confirmed that the thick and hot annoying thing had already hit her wet hole, and her body began to slowly sit down!
Almost at the same time, feeling the fulfillment brought by the other party, Murong Qingshuang was so excited that she couldn't help moaning. Uh... Even though she covered her mouth with her hands, the moan still leaked out in a low voice.
Following the lubrication of love fluid, the flat front end squeezed out the blockage of Murong Qingshuang's honey lips, and instantly penetrated into her wet and hot passage.
Murong Qingshuang's lower body twitched, tightly clamping Shen Ping's iron pestle, the flesh wall inside seemed to be reborn, with an unusual sense of wrapping, indescribable tightness and damp heat, waves and waves followed one wave after another, making Chen Ping lost
Murong Qingshuang took a while and felt that her legs were exhausted. She moved forward tremblingly, becoming a pose of riding on Shen Ping. She supported her hands on Shen Ping's lower abdomen and shook her slender waist, swinging her hips, and her silk legs were tightly against Shen Ping's thighs, constantly rubbing her back and forth, and the touch was very smooth and seductive.
Chen Ping's breathing had become very rapid. He hugged Murong Qingshuang's slender waist and pressed forward, allowing the two of them to lean closer together. The iron pestle could sink deeper. The weight of Murong Qingshuang on his butt began to push up hard, as if he wanted to push her flower hole, which made both of them make heavy breathing and moaning.
Chen Ping grabbed Murong Qingshuang's hands, held them tightly, and said with a breath: Move!
Murong Qingshuang adjusted her posture slightly, and clamped the hot and hot rod under her body with a pair of wet and slippery pair of honey lips. She began to rub her back and forth, but soon the movement became slower and slower. She only felt that the hot and hot cock was sandwiched in the flower hole passage, which was a little painful.
The silk buttocks swung violently back and forth for a while, and as if they had lost their strength, they placed their weight under them. They sat on Shen Ping's body and gasped, and their hands were weakly supported on Shen Ping's chest.
Chen Ping looked at Murong Qingshuang's long, shiny black hair that was leaping from the front of his body, sagging in front of him, emitting the fragrance of lust, and was also a little anxious. He felt the strong stimulation and made him feel a little anxious. While gasping for breath, he glanced at the tightly stuffed lower bodies of the two people.
Seeing that her iron pestle was completely hidden in Murong Qingshuang's body, there were only two people tangling with each other on her delicate petals, and the roots were completely wet, so she removed her gaze and looked up.
Chen Ping thought Murong Qingshuang would shyly avoid her eyes, but he didn't expect that Murong Qingshuang's beautiful eyes were also staring at him, throwing a puzzled look.
Murong Qingshuang was panting in a hurry, and her frown eyebrows when she sat down had not yet let go. The red glow on her cheeks was a bit beautiful, making people fall in love with her eyes.
Seeing that she had been staring at her, Chen Ping knew that she might not know what to do next, and said, lifting her butt, moving Ah...
Murong Qingshuang closed her eyes and let out a soft hum. Chen Ping didn't wait for her to reply, grabbed her spread legs, and thorned her body, unzipping the entangled flesh wall, feeling the dampness and heat and tolerance.
Under Shen Ping's several thrusts, Murong Qingshuang frowned, grabbed Chen Ping's clothes tightly with her fingers, and her slender eyebrows were frowned tightly again, her cherry lips opened slightly, and she let out a rapid scream as Chen Ping thrusts
Chen Ping suddenly stopped, patted her stockings and thighs, signaling her to move by herself, and then stroked her smooth stockings and thighs. Murong Qingshuang looked at Chen Ping and then slowly stood up. The iron pestle dragged the soft flesh beside the flower hole and slowly showed up. The transparent rod body was connected to the pink lips. The two of them had a long distance apart, but Chen Ping's front end was still in Murong Qingshuang's body.
Murong Qingshuang spread her legs slightly, and slowly sat down again. She asked in an instant that the filled feeling of filling continued to overflow, reaching the depths. After finally swallowing it, she felt that Chen Ping's annoying guy made her lower body cramp, which made her unable to bear it. Her hand couldn't help but grab the rough big hand of Shen Ping, tightly buckled her five fingers.
Murong Qingshuang was obviously not very adapted to this position. She stopped on Shen Ping's body with trembling whole body. After swallowing the entire iron pestle, she clasped her hands and Shen Ping's five fingers. She couldn't pull her back for a long time.
After a long time, I shook my knees and pulled my stockings and buttocks up, and sat down gently again. I went back and forth a few times, and my body began to stroking the flat penis at a slow speed.
Murong Qingshuang's humid garden was pressing Chen Ping's iron pestle from all directions with infinite heat. The front end hooked the tender wall inside. Before the folds were fully unfolded, they were pushed back by Chen Ping, and from the deepest place, they sucked Chen Ping without letting go.
After a while, the cooperation between the two began to improve, one in and one out, one welcome and one give away
Chen Ping felt that the penis seemed to be wrapped in countless small mouths and sucked, which was so comfortable that it was endless. The black transparent stockings were full of tender and smooth touch, and it was very comfortable to rub against the thighs. Chen Ping gradually increased the frequency of thrusting.
Murong Qingshuang's beautiful legs were sitting on Shen Ping's body, fiddling with her waist, and her movements became bigger and bigger. The stockings made a hissing sound when they rubbed, and the sound of water between the two tightly connected lower bodies also flowed continuously.
Murong Qingshuang's body was gradually replaced by a wonderful pleasure. Every time she was penetrated by the sunny iron pestle, her delicate body would be electrocuted by bursts of numb electric current. When the sunny penis was pulled out, the groove edges would scrape the tender flesh on the inner wall heavily, making her feel that all the contacts on the entire inner wall were scraped by the sunny iron pestle. Every time she thrust, it was like pulling out her tender flesh. When she pushed in, the soft flesh at the mouth of the flower hole was dragged in and out by the iron pestle, and the tender flesh outside the jade bean was also flipped back and forth, rubbing the sensitive jade beans.
The indescribable pleasure reached Murong Qingshuang's brain, causing waves of stimulation echoes. A sense of demand that had never been experienced in the valley made Murong Qingshuang scream uncontrollably. A strange and intense excitement and stimulation came from the flower acupoint under the lower abdomen like a huge wave. The toes were tightened tightly with the stockings on the toes, and the whole body seemed to be electrocuted, trembling constantly.
I don't know if the pleasure is too strong. Although Murong Qingshuang's strokes up and down were the same as before, the speed gradually decreased, making Chen Ping on the edge of pleasure but wanted to climb over, but he was missing a shortcut.
Chen Ping had no choice but to transfer his hands to Murong Qingshuang's buttocks, tightly pinched the beautiful buttocks wrapped in stockings, and the touch was fat and slippery, while the lower body was sprinting upwards frantically. Perhaps it was too violent. Murong Qingshuang, who would retreat and dodge every time he thrust, suddenly pressed down her buttocks, letting Chen Ping's front end press against her flower core!
Then Murong Qingshuang's delicate body trembled violently, and her buttocks began to move greatly to cater to Chen Ping's insertion, as if she wanted to completely swallow Chen Ping's entire iron pestle
Murong Qingshuang, who was tilting his head, began to moan loudly, and her delicate body kept shaking up and down. In line with Chen Ping's rhythm, she endured her hard and showed her delicate expression, which made Chen Ping's desire to see her stronger.
Bang...bang...bang...bang...bang...
Chen Ping's thighs kept slapping Murong Qingshuang's stockings and jade buttocks, and the thrusting became smoother and smoother. As his butt moved faster and faster, the wet iron pestle pulled out the bloody and tender flesh in Murong Qingshuang's flower hole and stuffed it into it.
Suddenly, Chen Ping wanted to change his position, hugged Murong Qingshuang's slender waist, straightened his upper body and tried hard, hugged her and sat on his lap, and began to rush towards him face to face!
Murong Qingshuang's legs unconsciously clamped Chen Ping's thighs. The two of them had mixed sights. Murong Qingshuang was so excited that she was full of panting and moaning. She raised her head and closed her eyes and did not dare to look at Chen Ping. The fragrant sweat slowly slid down her snow-white neck.
Well………Ah………………………………………
In Shen Ping's strong sprint, he was impacted by waves of pleasure. Murong Qingshuang bit her lip and made a pleading hum from time to time, hugging Chen Ping's neck tightly with her hands, and her confused moans accompanied by fierce gasps kept shouting in Shen Ping's ears.
Well...well...no, don't, slow down
Under Shen Ping's vigorous thrusting, Murong Qingshuang's body's reaction became more and more intense. She panted and moaned in an anxious manner. Her body was shaking even more vigorously, and she was panting and moaning.
Chen Ping stretched out his hands and held Murong Qingshuang's two plump and round stockings beautiful legs, pinched the soft flesh on her thighs and exerted force, and his lower body was thrusting randomly without any skills, huh...huh...hu...hu...
I'm going to cum
Chen Ping reminded her that Murong Qingshuang might be too happy. In the past, she would symbolically say that she didn't want to get pregnant for the time being. Don't ejaculate inside. This time she was just panting and said nothing.
So Chen Ping blew from bottom to top, and filled Murong Qingshuang's delicate flower hole with his male essence!
The next day was Monday. Chen Ping didn't sleep in and woke up early. Although the sky was a little gloomy today and there were dark clouds in the sky, Chen Ping was in a very good mood and full of energy.
Looking at Murong Qingshuang who was still sleeping in her arms, a happy smile appeared on Chen Ping's face.
Last night, maybe because of Chen Ping's impulse, Murong Qingshuang was extremely proactive, which was very consistent with the sexy underwear that Murong Qingshuang wore last night. It was sexy and wild, making Chen Ping completely feel the other side of Murong Qingshuang's dignity.
In fact, Chen Ping had no lofty ambitions. If he could, he would be willing to hold his wife and stay in the warm bed until the end of the world. Even if he couldn't, he would at least have to pass this winter. It's a pity that people are not bears and cannot sleep.
Chen Ping got out of bed lightly, then left the room, came to the living room, stood in front of the window, stretched comfortably, moved his body briefly, and then walked into the bathroom
Although Murong Qingshuang took the initiative yesterday, she could not bear Chen Ping's whipping. In the end, she didn't even have the strength to move. Chen Ping still used a towel to help Murong Qingshuang clean her body. Otherwise, she would feel uncomfortable in the last sweaty state of the two of them.
Murong Qingshuang was still sleeping at this time, probably because of her fatigue last night. After all, she had twisted her waist for a long time
Now Shen Ping did not put on the airs of a master in front of Murong Qingshuang. He took the initiative to make breakfast for Murong Qingshuang. He gave him all his body, so he had to cherish it. Besides, Murong Qingshuang had made breakfast for so many days, so he had no complaints. It is also appropriate for Chen Ping to do this occasionally.
Chen Ping was frying eggs, and a soft body was pressed from behind, his arms tightly wrapped around his neck, with a scent. Although he didn't look back, Chen Ping knew who it was.
Smell the fragrance and recognize women!
While Murong Qingshuang hugged Chen Ping, she kissed Shen Ping hard on the face, which made Chen Ping's saliva mark appear on the face that had just been washed.
Husband Wave!
A stingy sound came, especially the 'gong'yu, which was like a roller coaster, up and down, and the mountain road was bent, but it felt very comfortable to hear Shen Ping's ears. If it were the past, I would probably have goosebumps all over the floor!
The change in the title symbolizes the change in Chen Ping's inner status in Murong Qingshuang. Chen Ping is very helpful to this title.
Murong Qingshuang was in a good mood today, full of energy and radiant. While holding Chen Ping, she also used her peaks to squeeze Shen Ping's back.
I don't know if it was intentional, but Murong Qingshuang's yukata was not wearing a bra, and she rubbed it. The yukata was half falling off by Murong Qingcheng, and the snow-white shoulders on one side and the round snow peak on her chest were completely exposed.
Is this still Murong Qingshuang? Yes! It's just Murong Qingshuang who was subdued by Chen Ping
The two had a bet from the beginning when they met, to see who conquers who first?
Judging from the current situation, it is obvious that Chen Ping did not fall under Murong Qingshuang's pomegranate skirt, and Murong Qingshuang, who was originally full of confidence, seemed to fall under Chen Ping's crotch.
Murong Qingshuang's current reaction is the manifestation of being completely conquered by Chen Ping. No matter how strong a woman is, once she is conquered by a man, she will show a little woman's posture, and Murong Qingshuang is in this state
Almost at the same time, feeling the fulfillment brought by the other party, Murong Qingshuang was so excited that she couldn't help moaning. Uh... Even though she covered her mouth with her hands, the moan still leaked out in a low voice.
Following the lubrication of love fluid, the flat front end squeezed out the blockage of Murong Qingshuang's honey lips, and instantly penetrated into her wet and hot passage.
Murong Qingshuang's lower body twitched, tightly clamping Shen Ping's iron pestle, the flesh wall inside seemed to be reborn, with an unusual sense of wrapping, indescribable tightness and damp heat, waves and waves followed one wave after another, making Chen Ping lost
Murong Qingshuang took a while and felt that her legs were exhausted. She moved forward tremblingly, becoming a pose of riding on Shen Ping. She supported her hands on Shen Ping's lower abdomen and shook her slender waist, swinging her hips, and her silk legs were tightly against Shen Ping's thighs, constantly rubbing her back and forth, and the touch was very smooth and seductive.
Chen Ping's breathing had become very rapid. He hugged Murong Qingshuang's slender waist and pressed forward, allowing the two of them to lean closer together. The iron pestle could sink deeper. The weight of Murong Qingshuang on his butt began to push up hard, as if he wanted to push her flower hole, which made both of them make heavy breathing and moaning.
Chen Ping grabbed Murong Qingshuang's hands, held them tightly, and said with a breath: Move!
Murong Qingshuang adjusted her posture slightly, and clamped the hot and hot rod under her body with a pair of wet and slippery pair of honey lips. She began to rub her back and forth, but soon the movement became slower and slower. She only felt that the hot and hot cock was sandwiched in the flower hole passage, which was a little painful.
The silk buttocks swung violently back and forth for a while, and as if they had lost their strength, they placed their weight under them. They sat on Shen Ping's body and gasped, and their hands were weakly supported on Shen Ping's chest.
Chen Ping looked at Murong Qingshuang's long, shiny black hair that was leaping from the front of his body, sagging in front of him, emitting the fragrance of lust, and was also a little anxious. He felt the strong stimulation and made him feel a little anxious. While gasping for breath, he glanced at the tightly stuffed lower bodies of the two people.
Seeing that her iron pestle was completely hidden in Murong Qingshuang's body, there were only two people tangling with each other on her delicate petals, and the roots were completely wet, so she removed her gaze and looked up.
Chen Ping thought Murong Qingshuang would shyly avoid her eyes, but he didn't expect that Murong Qingshuang's beautiful eyes were also staring at him, throwing a puzzled look.
Murong Qingshuang was panting in a hurry, and her frown eyebrows when she sat down had not yet let go. The red glow on her cheeks was a bit beautiful, making people fall in love with her eyes.
Seeing that she had been staring at her, Chen Ping knew that she might not know what to do next, and said, lifting her butt, moving Ah...
Murong Qingshuang closed her eyes and let out a soft hum. Chen Ping didn't wait for her to reply, grabbed her spread legs, and thorned her body, unzipping the entangled flesh wall, feeling the dampness and heat and tolerance.
Under Shen Ping's several thrusts, Murong Qingshuang frowned, grabbed Chen Ping's clothes tightly with her fingers, and her slender eyebrows were frowned tightly again, her cherry lips opened slightly, and she let out a rapid scream as Chen Ping thrusts
Chen Ping suddenly stopped, patted her stockings and thighs, signaling her to move by herself, and then stroked her smooth stockings and thighs. Murong Qingshuang looked at Chen Ping and then slowly stood up. The iron pestle dragged the soft flesh beside the flower hole and slowly showed up. The transparent rod body was connected to the pink lips. The two of them had a long distance apart, but Chen Ping's front end was still in Murong Qingshuang's body.
Murong Qingshuang spread her legs slightly, and slowly sat down again. She asked in an instant that the filled feeling of filling continued to overflow, reaching the depths. After finally swallowing it, she felt that Chen Ping's annoying guy made her lower body cramp, which made her unable to bear it. Her hand couldn't help but grab the rough big hand of Shen Ping, tightly buckled her five fingers.
Murong Qingshuang was obviously not very adapted to this position. She stopped on Shen Ping's body with trembling whole body. After swallowing the entire iron pestle, she clasped her hands and Shen Ping's five fingers. She couldn't pull her back for a long time.
After a long time, I shook my knees and pulled my stockings and buttocks up, and sat down gently again. I went back and forth a few times, and my body began to stroking the flat penis at a slow speed.
Murong Qingshuang's humid garden was pressing Chen Ping's iron pestle from all directions with infinite heat. The front end hooked the tender wall inside. Before the folds were fully unfolded, they were pushed back by Chen Ping, and from the deepest place, they sucked Chen Ping without letting go.
After a while, the cooperation between the two began to improve, one in and one out, one welcome and one give away
Chen Ping felt that the penis seemed to be wrapped in countless small mouths and sucked, which was so comfortable that it was endless. The black transparent stockings were full of tender and smooth touch, and it was very comfortable to rub against the thighs. Chen Ping gradually increased the frequency of thrusting.
Murong Qingshuang's beautiful legs were sitting on Shen Ping's body, fiddling with her waist, and her movements became bigger and bigger. The stockings made a hissing sound when they rubbed, and the sound of water between the two tightly connected lower bodies also flowed continuously.
Murong Qingshuang's body was gradually replaced by a wonderful pleasure. Every time she was penetrated by the sunny iron pestle, her delicate body would be electrocuted by bursts of numb electric current. When the sunny penis was pulled out, the groove edges would scrape the tender flesh on the inner wall heavily, making her feel that all the contacts on the entire inner wall were scraped by the sunny iron pestle. Every time she thrust, it was like pulling out her tender flesh. When she pushed in, the soft flesh at the mouth of the flower hole was dragged in and out by the iron pestle, and the tender flesh outside the jade bean was also flipped back and forth, rubbing the sensitive jade beans.
The indescribable pleasure reached Murong Qingshuang's brain, causing waves of stimulation echoes. A sense of demand that had never been experienced in the valley made Murong Qingshuang scream uncontrollably. A strange and intense excitement and stimulation came from the flower acupoint under the lower abdomen like a huge wave. The toes were tightened tightly with the stockings on the toes, and the whole body seemed to be electrocuted, trembling constantly.
I don't know if the pleasure is too strong. Although Murong Qingshuang's strokes up and down were the same as before, the speed gradually decreased, making Chen Ping on the edge of pleasure but wanted to climb over, but he was missing a shortcut.
Chen Ping had no choice but to transfer his hands to Murong Qingshuang's buttocks, tightly pinched the beautiful buttocks wrapped in stockings, and the touch was fat and slippery, while the lower body was sprinting upwards frantically. Perhaps it was too violent. Murong Qingshuang, who would retreat and dodge every time he thrust, suddenly pressed down her buttocks, letting Chen Ping's front end press against her flower core!
Then Murong Qingshuang's delicate body trembled violently, and her buttocks began to move greatly to cater to Chen Ping's insertion, as if she wanted to completely swallow Chen Ping's entire iron pestle
Murong Qingshuang, who was tilting his head, began to moan loudly, and her delicate body kept shaking up and down. In line with Chen Ping's rhythm, she endured her hard and showed her delicate expression, which made Chen Ping's desire to see her stronger.
Bang...bang...bang...bang...bang...
Chen Ping's thighs kept slapping Murong Qingshuang's stockings and jade buttocks, and the thrusting became smoother and smoother. As his butt moved faster and faster, the wet iron pestle pulled out the bloody and tender flesh in Murong Qingshuang's flower hole and stuffed it into it.
Suddenly, Chen Ping wanted to change his position, hugged Murong Qingshuang's slender waist, straightened his upper body and tried hard, hugged her and sat on his lap, and began to rush towards him face to face!
Murong Qingshuang's legs unconsciously clamped Chen Ping's thighs. The two of them had mixed sights. Murong Qingshuang was so excited that she was full of panting and moaning. She raised her head and closed her eyes and did not dare to look at Chen Ping. The fragrant sweat slowly slid down her snow-white neck.
Well………Ah………………………………………
In Shen Ping's strong sprint, he was impacted by waves of pleasure. Murong Qingshuang bit her lip and made a pleading hum from time to time, hugging Chen Ping's neck tightly with her hands, and her confused moans accompanied by fierce gasps kept shouting in Shen Ping's ears.
Well...well...no, don't, slow down
Under Shen Ping's vigorous thrusting, Murong Qingshuang's body's reaction became more and more intense. She panted and moaned in an anxious manner. Her body was shaking even more vigorously, and she was panting and moaning.
Chen Ping stretched out his hands and held Murong Qingshuang's two plump and round stockings beautiful legs, pinched the soft flesh on her thighs and exerted force, and his lower body was thrusting randomly without any skills, huh...huh...hu...hu...
I'm going to cum
Chen Ping reminded her that Murong Qingshuang might be too happy. In the past, she would symbolically say that she didn't want to get pregnant for the time being. Don't ejaculate inside. This time she was just panting and said nothing.
So Chen Ping blew from bottom to top, and filled Murong Qingshuang's delicate flower hole with his male essence!
The next day was Monday. Chen Ping didn't sleep in and woke up early. Although the sky was a little gloomy today and there were dark clouds in the sky, Chen Ping was in a very good mood and full of energy.
Looking at Murong Qingshuang who was still sleeping in her arms, a happy smile appeared on Chen Ping's face.
Last night, maybe because of Chen Ping's impulse, Murong Qingshuang was extremely proactive, which was very consistent with the sexy underwear that Murong Qingshuang wore last night. It was sexy and wild, making Chen Ping completely feel the other side of Murong Qingshuang's dignity.
In fact, Chen Ping had no lofty ambitions. If he could, he would be willing to hold his wife and stay in the warm bed until the end of the world. Even if he couldn't, he would at least have to pass this winter. It's a pity that people are not bears and cannot sleep.
Chen Ping got out of bed lightly, then left the room, came to the living room, stood in front of the window, stretched comfortably, moved his body briefly, and then walked into the bathroom
Although Murong Qingshuang took the initiative yesterday, she could not bear Chen Ping's whipping. In the end, she didn't even have the strength to move. Chen Ping still used a towel to help Murong Qingshuang clean her body. Otherwise, she would feel uncomfortable in the last sweaty state of the two of them.
Murong Qingshuang was still sleeping at this time, probably because of her fatigue last night. After all, she had twisted her waist for a long time
Now Shen Ping did not put on the airs of a master in front of Murong Qingshuang. He took the initiative to make breakfast for Murong Qingshuang. He gave him all his body, so he had to cherish it. Besides, Murong Qingshuang had made breakfast for so many days, so he had no complaints. It is also appropriate for Chen Ping to do this occasionally.
Chen Ping was frying eggs, and a soft body was pressed from behind, his arms tightly wrapped around his neck, with a scent. Although he didn't look back, Chen Ping knew who it was.
Smell the fragrance and recognize women!
While Murong Qingshuang hugged Chen Ping, she kissed Shen Ping hard on the face, which made Chen Ping's saliva mark appear on the face that had just been washed.
Husband Wave!
A stingy sound came, especially the 'gong'yu, which was like a roller coaster, up and down, and the mountain road was bent, but it felt very comfortable to hear Shen Ping's ears. If it were the past, I would probably have goosebumps all over the floor!
The change in the title symbolizes the change in Chen Ping's inner status in Murong Qingshuang. Chen Ping is very helpful to this title.
Murong Qingshuang was in a good mood today, full of energy and radiant. While holding Chen Ping, she also used her peaks to squeeze Shen Ping's back.
I don't know if it was intentional, but Murong Qingshuang's yukata was not wearing a bra, and she rubbed it. The yukata was half falling off by Murong Qingcheng, and the snow-white shoulders on one side and the round snow peak on her chest were completely exposed.
Is this still Murong Qingshuang? Yes! It's just Murong Qingshuang who was subdued by Chen Ping
The two had a bet from the beginning when they met, to see who conquers who first?
Judging from the current situation, it is obvious that Chen Ping did not fall under Murong Qingshuang's pomegranate skirt, and Murong Qingshuang, who was originally full of confidence, seemed to fall under Chen Ping's crotch.
Murong Qingshuang's current reaction is the manifestation of being completely conquered by Chen Ping. No matter how strong a woman is, once she is conquered by a man, she will show a little woman's posture, and Murong Qingshuang is in this state
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