Chapter 13

Wow! That's great. It turns out that the position is weird, the talented meat tool, and the running trajectory is so incredible.

For a moment, I was so interested that I couldn't myself

It is said that men should marry women should marry

As a woman, I never discuss why a man needs to get married when he is old, but this woman is a bit emotional when he is old.

Menstruation is coming, love begins, and the gathering of sexual hormones has given rise to the highlight of the secondary sexual characteristics. Although the girl is ignorant, she is known to pay attention to the boys around her.

Before marriage, what family, appearance, education

Everything is being examined, but why is the thing under the man’s crotch not being examined? Why is the beauty of this: if parents don’t teach, they won’t teach in the classroom?

Just the person in front of me, Ah? The person who is not tall, not strong, has unclear eyebrows and is not handsome, has a fleshy tool like a stake, and a crown like an umbrella

I was thinking about it here and checked my feelings. Before I could figure it out, he had already moved to the corner of another big bed. My left leg was curled, and my right leg was already put on his left shoulder. It was divided into eight characters, the vagina was wide open, and the flesh tongue was turned outward to open the clam to be dug.

He squatted left and right, and the flagpole was changed to a flat side. The flagpole was raised to a flat side, and the black flag hall was raised, and the pile was turned into a pestle to capture the Yumen. My frontier was lost and my flanks fell.

He still rushed to the end and broke into the depths, stationed his troops in the flank dome at the bottom of the vagina. The contraction of my uterus caused my cervix to give way.

My soul drifts in space again

It's really red, orange, blue, green, blue, purple, Ah!

The colorful and dazzling rays surround the body

The heavy breathing accompanied his self-talk, why can't I accept her? Why is this old lady making a fortune in silence?

Although he was confused, he was still constantly pushing. He pushed the ball flatly again, and his rhythm was like a table tennis player's pushing technique near-table fast attack

I was pushed by him and grabbed the bed sheet with one hand and covered my mouth with the other hand.

Another flat push, his flat belly hitting half of my butt with huge glans inside to compete with the cervix

After pushing me straight, she took me from the foot of the bed to the other foot of the bed. Now I no longer lie on my side, but I am facing the sky. This time I am not being high-scored, but I am pushing my feet on the ground. However, my legs are still split, and my mons pubis is towering and my tongue is turned outward.

He held my two wrists and pressed them directly on the surface above my head. I could not grab the sheets or cover my mouth again.

Then a large top door bar was inserted straight in. When the mons pubic pubic bone hit his pubic bone, the first time there was a feeling of being suffocated inside. A swelling was pushed from the abdomen to the chest, and then passed through the throat to the back of the brain.

I couldn't help it anymore and didn't dare to make a fortune in silence. I got the advantage and wanted to share it with others. I started screaming, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Is the pussy slut? Obviously he saw the dawn of victory

I don't have any skills to think about anything else, I can only answer it casually

Oh! I just want to be fucked if I have a slut, right?

He used his big shoulder pole to stab me firmly on the bed like a stabilizing needle, staring me firmly on the bed, looking at me with his eyes straight, and he was waiting for my affirmative answer.

What else can I say?

The strange fish sandwiched below is still thrusting constantly, stirring up all sensitive nerves in the inner vagina.

He is not the way to build bridges when he travels across mountains and rivers. He is working on his big shoulder pole, climbing to the top along all the concave and convex curves in the inner shade, and sometimes climbing down the slope to the bottom of the ditch, and marching hard between the peaks and mountains without hesitation.

The sexual instrument that is enough to make people feel dangerous is like a loach struggling in a squat rolling in a narrow puddle

It seems that this boiled fish is not so easy to stew. Since it is a strange fish, you need to use some special seasonings.

Forget it!

Let him go, I nodded helplessly to admit

Sexy, want

He saw my eager expression, and hesitated for a moment, and he was like a storm like a storm.

I finally got so happy that AhAh shouted loudly, and unconsciously put his hands on his neck again.

The strange fish took the right chance to stop again, and still nailed me with his shoulder pole so hard. The power was so great that I couldn't squirt at all.

You beg me, beg me to fuck you! He will never give up until he achieves his goal!

I felt a little embarrassed when I heard him say this. What did I say about this? Although such a vulgar verb is universally used in the country, it should be only for couples to have sex, right?

Why can you use this ruthless and loveless intercourse to tease women?

Don’t the southerners communicate in dialects? Are there verbs scarce?

Although Chinese characters are complicated, can they cover all the actions in the world with just one character?

Could it be that the word "gan" can't satisfy your so-called man's joke?

In order to achieve the purpose of joking, he kept grinding his pole

The result of this kind of intensive and slow grinding is to challenge my consciousness limit. Once the physical needs exceed mental control, the subsequent spiritual surrender will be followed, and then there will be complete mental out-of-control

Some people call sex a sex game, which is actually very appropriate. This is indeed a game. Whether it is a couple or other men and women who have nothing to do with each other, as long as they are naked and fight with the two yin and yang, it is a game.

Since you are participating in the game, you must follow the rules of the game and be willing to accept the loss.

Just like a few friends gathered together to bet, if you lose, you can still betray the debt, but you must never turn against each other.

Men and women in wives also follow rules similar to willing to accept defeat. You can not answer any jokes, but you can't turn your back on the face.

Although the man on the present is not good-looking, he is very proud

The method of manipulation, put aside any traditional ethics and any factors that affect women's emotions, the sexual stimulation it brings to women is undoubtedly incomparable to all the men I have experienced.

Although he is addicted to jokes, he has the capital and qualifications to be proud of

At this moment, I was like standing on the edge of a cliff. As long as he was willing to pull out the shoulder pole inserted inside, at most I would just stumble on the bed with my legs and squirm helplessly, and I would slowly return to my original wife state.

Then, I was still reserved and introverted, a graceful and luxurious sister-in-law.

What's hateful is that this marshal is worthy of being a marshal. Although he is not good at looking, at first I thought he was relying on his wife's appearance to make some money and satisfy his hobby of being a lewd wife. It turns out that this martyr who is not good at looking is really a geek.

At this moment, I remembered a popular saying in the pornographic jokes mentioned by my husband. Is it so good to tease the Northeast girl in society? Big brother, is it so good to me?

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: Yes!

This guy in front of me is so useful!

He has rich experience and knows the mentality of a woman at this moment. Although she is slutty and full of desire, she still refuses to accept it. Although she is very needed by her body, she still resists her dissatisfaction. The woman is so persevering, just trying to leave some dignity for herself after getting out of bed.

He knew my mentality, so he saw that I, a woman who was about to fall off the cliff, not only did he refuse to save me, but he also seized the opportunity to fall into trouble.

He swung his shoulder pole and made a mess of pestle. The pestle is not enough. He will stop after a few strokes, and he will push it to the bottom tightly, and then a mess of swelling in disorganized way.

In fact, just when he was the first bursting impact of his injury, I had lost all my sense of resistance. While he was punitively slapped, I was talking nonsense without restraint: Please...! Well, please! Please do it! Do it... Me!

What? I didn't understand, he continued to torture me

At this time, my status is awkward, and I am in a dilemma. It is like being ordered to host a negotiation. The premise is that the negotiation must be completed. So leaving the market angrily is an inevitable choice. You can only do it step by step.

When he saw that I was making a fortune by myself, how could he be willing to give me a favor?

He once again used his unique skills, from top to bottom, from left to right, and slowly swept away all obstacles that dared to block his progress.

The obstacles inside that blocked his progress were all born to me. They could not do anything to the shoulder pole, but they could do anything to me!

Every piece of meat inside that has been crushed to endless deformation is mine, and every piece of cell in it connects my nerve center

Although they are small, they all have the right to report the memorial, and they are like the censors sent by the emperor. They all have the right to go directly to the Heavenly Court to report the secret memorial.

Most of the fortresses were captured from the inside. Now they are making trouble, but they are pounding them, scratching me, scratching my heart, scratching my armpits everywhere, and grabbing them everywhere

cough!

Why do you want to suffer?

Isn’t it just a word that is difficult to speak?

Isn't that the thing?

Is it really that important to say?

Just think he is your husband!

Anyway, what he is doing now is the same as what his husband usually does

He is still a colleague of my husband, not to mention that he does the same process? Isn’t he always going upstairs? That’s the one he has to do since he went upstairs? That’s the one!

Ca me, please, ca me!

Since then, I am bound to be doomed! Because, in the future, in order to increase our interests, these men were often asked to speak lustful words to help them.

Sometimes even put on an eye mask

Use your feelings to determine whether you have been hit by someone, or fucked by someone, or fucked by someone or got fucked by someone or got caught by someone.

Of course, these are all later stories

He was satisfied and proud, and pulled me down to the edge of the bed and knelt on the edge of the bed. He stood on the ground and started to go in. He held my butt and thrust it hard. I stuck out my butt and let him stumble. He kept hitting my butt with his hands, and he slapped my butt three times.

Sometimes I screamed happily, the joy of my body drove spiritual surrender, and the sexual desire accumulated downstairs was completely released again by this big shoulder pole.

He might be a little tired, so he asked me to shake my butt

I shook my butt, and he slapped my butt

I was tired of shaking. If I slowed down a little, it would attract his slap and slap. I would blame me for quarreling with him while beating him.

I really had no strength and begged him to let him move by himself. He took the opportunity to make a request: I told me to fuck you, don't stop, I kept saying I asked me to fuck you

How dare I stop? I kept holding the bed hard, thrusting my butt against the impact from behind, and shouting: Fuck me! Fuck me!

The violent impact, the collision and scratching of the large shoulder pole inside the inner vagina ubiquitously stimulating every peripheral nerve

The slap was slapping, the slight pain on the butt pricked the surface of the skin and slowly invaded the twitching limbs

I'm in ca me!ca me!

The self-abuse and obscene moans infected the nerve center of the cerebral cortex. Just before Cedi lost his mind, he realized clearly that I was being fucked by this unpretentious man behind me. This is the real fuck!

The explosive fucking was far better than my husband, Aguda Xu Ning and even Zhou Tong's 38 shots

This and the big shoulder pole are the real great power of human beings. The operation technique is as exquisite as that of a craftsman in a great country. The superb skills are unparalleled.

Seeing that I was hoarse, but my butt was sticking higher and higher, he actually changed his position again, showing off his tricks and tricks more and more

Flip me over, and he folded his legs on both sides of my body again. He still rode on the right cave, and tamped down like a pile of tightness.

I was almost at the limit. Before he could tamp it a few times, I felt a little amnesia in my mind, and there was nothing in front of me. All the scenery around me was gone.

A lift lifted me and floated

Floating, floating and wandering in an unknown world, surrounded by mist, and the rays of light in the distance, without fear, only warm yearning

I felt a moment of rush, subconsciously tilted my waist and thrust my hips. Before I knew it, one of my fingers had been stuffed into my mouth and bit it tightly

Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow, Wow, Wow, the liquid accumulation in the body should be divided into several waves. I lay on my back on the bed and felt refreshed and urinated a lot.

Whenever my desire is intense, white paste will naturally overflow. When it is tight and slow, it is rare when it is bursting and pounding. Once it is resisted, it is inevitable that the paddy fields will be turned into swamps immediately.

If this squirting during orgasm begins to appear only after giving birth to two children

However, it rarely appears after the age of forty

For this reason, my husband tried hard many times but finally gave up and no longer deliberately created an atmosphere for this.

I usually have sex with my husband at home, as long as I am in a happy mood, I have this wish

I can enjoy the climax easily every time, and it is not as difficult as some books say, how hard it is, how hard it is, how hard it is to be a husband, etc.

When will it turn white and when will it be squirted again, I can't control it

I don't think my husband can control it either

What is its mechanism?

I haven't figured it out yet

When I was about forty-two or three years old, the well below me seemed to gradually become dry

The function of water coming out as soon as you touch it can still protect yourself dutifully. The function of whitening under grinding is still as intact as before, and it can always moisten this pastoral area with white waves.

The moisturizing water plants are rich and moist, fertile and soft. This function of spraying is like the lamp and the oil is gone. It is difficult to revive again.

However, the squirting of water during orgasm was indeed after seeing Aguda

It's him, it's this damn. The man has restarted this function of mine

I was lying there peeing, Aguda came in, wow! Are you squirting the clear spring again?

Aguda shouted

While admiring, Aguda took out his cell phone very quickly, and was like a professional photographer who came out to collect folk songs, taking pictures of rare and strange landscapes at the fountain from various angles.

So, in my hazy state, a woman's most shy moment was frozen forever by his chance. It was really shameful!