Chapter 12

The previous article said: Aman followed me upstairs and pushed him whenever he didn't choose a room. He pushed him when he entered the room, regardless of whether the bed was clean or refreshing.

There were two beds in the room, one big and one small, but he gave up the big and the small one for convenience. He pushed me to the small one nearest to the right side of the room, and pushed it down

When you get up, you will raise a shoulder pole and find a hole. When you find a cave, you will start working. Just like digging the ground, you will dig it quickly until you reach the ground level standard line.

Seeing the underground spring water overflowing, he heard the sound of water gurgling, and he began to ask me for the effect of digging the cave. He also had to make a comment on being dug by himself.

At that time, I was a little confused and didn't think about it and echoed: It's cool!

His lustful heart was just about to be in full swing, but the joke was about to be joking again: Where is it fun? Tell me the truth? Is it a slutty pussy?

Someone above asked carefully to verify that the strange fish below continued to flip the pit. I felt that the strange fish below was fluttering and moving tightly, and there was no place in the abdomen that could be peaceful.

Suddenly, a strange feeling that I had never experienced before hit the top of my head from bottom to top, just like a stream of air passing through the cortex

This strange airflow began to spread upwards along the central axis of the body. After hitting the skull, it had no way to go to both sides and to the two temples.

I felt that what should be irreversible came as scheduled, and a sexual pleasure that was indescribable and irrepressible came quickly

The vagina was shrinking violently, and the thighs were shaking. I arched my crotch and butt off the bed, and tried my best to push my big flat pole.

Even when I didn't know whether it was a sensitive nerve in my vagina who was embracing his big shoulder pole intimately, orgasm came

I still forget who I am as always?

Where are you?

It seemed like he was speechless, or he seemed like he was trying to please and said shy words: It’s a slut!

He looked proud and pressed me tightly, and I couldn't help but face him tightly.

And he was still standing in it with a long and wide shoulder pole without any slackness.

I focused all my attention below, holding his pole tightly

Feel the rhythm of the inner vaginal muscles brought to me by the whole body of my body when the climax comes

His shoulder pole pulses regularly as he breathes, and I still clamp it tightly and feel the impact of each pulsation on me.

No matter whether I was confused or experiencing it, a thick shoulder pole was inserted inside, looking at my face with concentration, probably observing whether I was grinning again

He slightly adjusted his limb position and entered the attack position again, launching another round of more violent charges.

After every orgasm, my entire inner vagina is extremely sensitive. Generally, I need to recover if I cannot touch it before I can accept the impact again. As long as the man has this ability

I can still do it many times, just like every time I have with Aguda, I can also continue to meet orgasm.

However, at this moment, I was still holding his shoulder pole hard, not only experiencing orgasm Yu Run, but also slowly recovering my physical fitness. I hope that the orgasm I just returned to the physiological orgasm platform

His impact made me feel like I was being peeled and cramped. All the organs on my body no longer obeyed my command, nor did I have any power to gather to welcome the continuous impact of the big shoulder pole.

The whole person collapsed completely from spirit to body

At this moment, I deeply felt and verified that my husband talked about other men's sexual abilities when he advised me to participate in a wife swap activity: Skinny as fucked the marshal

It seems that the strange fish born in the water town of Jiangnan and growing in the water net pit is just a fucking marshal

I tried my best to put down my legs on the bend of his arms, escape his control, and change the split and high state of my legs. The door was wide open, making him always the same every time he inserted it. After the climax, the extremely sensitive inner vaginal walls, especially the cervix at the bottom of the vagina, could not withstand such an impact anymore.

At this time, he had no idea of ​​pity for the sake of the jade. He just put down my legs, but he felt that he could not allow my legs to be put together and stretched. He still used his waist and strand to block the middle of my legs. Although it was no longer a high-scoring eight characters, his legs were still split and vaginal opening.

Just lay on me, pressing my pubic bone tightly against my mons pubicus, and circling with the shoulder pole inserted inside as the center, left and right.

As a result, the large shoulder pole that was still clamped in the inner vagina began again without any rules to follow, and the fish flew over the pit again.

Ouch! I can't stand it, Ouch! I can't live anymore! Ouch! Please spare me!

When have I ever seen such a violent act? I was trembling with his limbs and couldn't do it myself. All I could do was look at him pitifully and beg him with a crying voice

Is the pussy happy? The strange fish continues to roll in the narrow puddle

Good! I've been cured by this strange fish and I don't have any courage.

Is my dick big? This is an old problem, and most men may care about this

Needless to say, my husband has asked such questions, Aguda, Xu Ning, and Zhou Tong have all asked such questions. I always follow the way of doing things that I say good things in accordance with the feelings and are unfair and disliked by many people. I highly appreciate it to give men confidence.

At this moment, I was praising him to the truth. Big, big, I praised him without hesitation

But what I'm telling the truth is, because this shoulder pole is indeed larger than all the male sexual devices I've tried

The thick shoulder pole is shaking and slamming in the inner vagina.

Is it a slut?

He asked a little wisely, since he has a slutty pussy, how can he not be slutty?

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, so I tried to adjust my body as much as possible, trying to slowly adapt to the churning strange fish in the narrow puddle, using the virtual to avoid the real thing, trying to slowly adapt to the churning strange fish in the narrow puddle

As time goes by, the four walls of the puddle seem to slowly adapt to the tossing of the strange fish, no longer feeling like they are being cramped and peeled. The inner vagina begins to feel itchy, and gradually some pleasure is produced.

As pleasure gradually transformed into pleasure, gradually, there was another sound of slap water coming from below. It was probably water flooding the ditches again, and the white waves were surging.

The desire of the body betrayed the subjective consciousness again, unconsciously raised his legs and crossed it on his butt

Because this person is small and does not have the beer belly that middle-aged people often have, he can easily get his feet tied up at the back of his waist.

It's a bit like Brazilian Jiu-jitsu, locking him tightly, making him unable to escape

He saw me looking at him in a daze again, with a look of praying, a heart-warming desire, and a lewd attitude that was beyond my reach.

He knew I had another request

He started teasing at the right time: Look at your grinning look, don't look at your mouth and refuse to admit it, but the flesh in your pussy is always moving

Is the flesh inside my pussy really moving? Why don’t I know it myself?

My husband and Aguda both said that I am the most honest woman, and I will get out of water when I touch it, and I will get locked when I insert it.

It is said that my vaginal opening has a self-locking function, and once my sexual desire is intense, not only will the entire inner vagina be tightly clamped their penis, but I can also feel my cervix eating their glans

Especially when I had an orgasm, the vaginal opening automatically closed and could tightly hold the bottom of their penis, just like a rubber band in a condom.

I always feel that what they said is a bit exaggerated, I really don't feel anything about it myself

Seeing that I was concentrating on myself, he tried to fuck me a few times

He thrust and fucked, and I felt that my belly was jumping unnaturally with pulling out and inserting. As for what movement inside?

Only let men experience it

OK, women are like this, hurry up, I'm a little hungry, I don't want to just guard the dry food and endure a big shoulder pole that is stuck inside and does nothing. Who has the time to discuss these with you

Slut, you are a complete slut, you don't admit it yet, you're just dozens of consecutive push-ups

Please, should you wear sports pants and Ah when you exercise and do push-ups?

Just like you, you are naked and holding a big shoulder pole, keep stomping into my hole. I am made of meat.

I'm a little bit hard, not pain, it's a feeling of exhaustion that is scratched and itchy. It's simply an indescribable mental paralysis caused by the superposition of pleasure.

He raised my legs again, and his feet were put in his hands one by one, pushing them forward as much as possible until my toes touched the head of the bed, and my knees were almost touching the bed, one left and one right, pressing against both breasts

The whole person was stacked on the head of the bed, but the back of his head was still on the pillow, and his neck was bent. He could clearly see his deformed belly squeezed and his belly was layered horizontally.

From my perspective, it looks like a city wall made of white bricks, and the battlements of the city wall are covered with black grass.

Aman squatted on the city wall with his legs crossed his legs, and a shoulder pole stood upright at the battlement of the white city wall, which looked like a flag inserted at the battlement, a purple flagpole, a black prayer flag, and also like a pile driver.

The flesh-colored flagpole inserted at the squadron, the black prayer flags floating on the top, the flesh-stakes that were intended to tamp into the white city wall, and two counterweight balloons were hanging at the root.

Sometimes I inserted it to the end, but I could not see the flagpole but only saw the prayer flag covering the merging black grass. Sometimes I rammed it down and the meat pile entered the wall, and the counterweight balloon was pressed to block the merging

Although my body is twisted and the muscle tendons in various parts are stretched or squeezed to the extreme, the special position and high frequency of tamping bring strange stimulation.

When it is normal, some peripheral nerves that have never been touched for decades have been pushed to the forefront and undergo the test of tempering. The whole body is forced to be stripped off layer by layer, both shocking and expecting

Above the layers of belly, the crimson purple flagpole appears and disappears in the thrust, and the waving black prayer flags are rising and falling, which makes me shocked.

In the recess of the mercenary, the crimson purple meat piles and two meat seeds were lifted and tamped down. The tamp was tamped to the end, making my soul wafted.

Wow! That's great! The blood flow during orgasm often causes my soul to shed, but I don't know that it turns out that he has slammed it into death. The feeling of this soul only floating but not falling out is simply amazing. It's just a few seconds. But this long time of floating can travel in time and space. Am I a god?