The visual distance is not far, a pair of lovers are physically intertwined
The woman leans against the tree, and only the man's back can be seen
The man was wearing a light blue summer shirt, the top was removed to the waist, revealing the strong and graceful lines, strings of sweat beads penetrated from the back into the waist, and the undulating rhythm of the buttocks caused the woman to gasp in a delicate voice.
The woman's hands and feet are attached to the man like dodder. The shadow of the locust tree cannot block the woman's skin as white as jade, and the white twisted bronze. What a romantic relationship
Yes, I feel so comfortable with your breasts, so beautiful. The man whispered
You are not bad either, ah...oh...be gentle...well...be slower...um...that's it
Oh, your little flower hole is so good at sucking...
Uh...Who made your cock...Yeah...so thick...Oh...
Listening to sound is one thing, watching the process is another thing, Yàn mud is no longer a virgin, but it is the first time to peek at others.
Fierce battle, erotic and erotic, Yàn's face is red, his mouth is dry, his tongue is dry, his fragrance is sweaty
Xilang, um...I want...oh...put your cock...Yeah... bite it all the time...Oh...
Yes... your little hole is so narrow
How can you bite you if you don’t narrow...ah...ah...you are so fickle...oh...
Yuemei, huh…it resists!
Xilang?! Yuemei?!
Yàn mud had a cold war in the heat of the mud, hoping that it was not what she thought
It's so annoying, why can't you see their faces?
She had no intention of listening again, and the lewd words suddenly turned into a pile of buzzing fly, ringing in the mud's ears, and a suffocation slowly rose from her chest.
There is a small garden inside the flower wall, with four flower walls just surrounding the ancient locust tree. The towering locust tree is close to the corner between the east and the north flower walls.
This place is very secluded and no one is walking around, so it is a good place to have fun secretly
Yàn Nie tiptoed to the window of the flower wall on the west side, and you could see their side
Yàn Mud's palms were wet and wet, and her whole body was so sticky that she felt uncomfortable, holding her breath, for fear of seeing it wrong
The two of them kissed wet for a while, and they chattered before they stopped
The woman kissed the man's right shoulder, her face was full of willow eyebrows, her lotus face, her peach blossoms were so charming, and her face looked like a Mèi, she turned out to be Sister Runyue!
Because Runyue covered the man's face, Yàn Ni could not confirm whether he was the master. Her heart was like a drum, and her legs were like lead. She secretly begged the man not the master.
Then, the man lowered his head and sucked Yue's left breast hard. Yàn Ni vaguely saw his appearance, as if lightning had struck Yàn Ni's little head. He... He is indeed the master
Even though she knew that the master was not just a little slave, why did her heart still hurt so much? Her chest was filled with depression, and she covered her heart and squatted against the wall.
Sister Runyue knew that she was her master's slave, but she still had her master...
The master is not her own master, but she is her own slave.
What is the fault of Sister Runyue? As long as the owner has a request, who can really resist him?
Sister Runyue is right, the little slave will always be a little slave!
The heart is like drops of blood! The heart is like drops of blood!
Why is the master not her own master?
Why is she a little slave?
Even if she is comparable to his, he probably won't be her alone.
No, she didn't give up before seeing his front
Yàn Ni did not realize her own possessiveness for her master. She had surpassed the simple relationship between master and slave. She walked unwillingly to the north flower wall and looked through the window.
People are still the same person. If you look at it a few more times, the facts will not change.
What is she looking forward to? Perhaps, her indulgence in small wishes is enough as long as the master does not dislike her, she will always be his humble little slave.
She had no intention of looking at it again, and hurriedly left, leaving only the man and woman who were still passionate.
The picture in the mind is so clear that I can't run far away, my chest is churning, and with a wow, the food in my stomach is pouring out
The woman leans against the tree, and only the man's back can be seen
The man was wearing a light blue summer shirt, the top was removed to the waist, revealing the strong and graceful lines, strings of sweat beads penetrated from the back into the waist, and the undulating rhythm of the buttocks caused the woman to gasp in a delicate voice.
The woman's hands and feet are attached to the man like dodder. The shadow of the locust tree cannot block the woman's skin as white as jade, and the white twisted bronze. What a romantic relationship
Yes, I feel so comfortable with your breasts, so beautiful. The man whispered
You are not bad either, ah...oh...be gentle...well...be slower...um...that's it
Oh, your little flower hole is so good at sucking...
Uh...Who made your cock...Yeah...so thick...Oh...
Listening to sound is one thing, watching the process is another thing, Yàn mud is no longer a virgin, but it is the first time to peek at others.
Fierce battle, erotic and erotic, Yàn's face is red, his mouth is dry, his tongue is dry, his fragrance is sweaty
Xilang, um...I want...oh...put your cock...Yeah... bite it all the time...Oh...
Yes... your little hole is so narrow
How can you bite you if you don’t narrow...ah...ah...you are so fickle...oh...
Yuemei, huh…it resists!
Xilang?! Yuemei?!
Yàn mud had a cold war in the heat of the mud, hoping that it was not what she thought
It's so annoying, why can't you see their faces?
She had no intention of listening again, and the lewd words suddenly turned into a pile of buzzing fly, ringing in the mud's ears, and a suffocation slowly rose from her chest.
There is a small garden inside the flower wall, with four flower walls just surrounding the ancient locust tree. The towering locust tree is close to the corner between the east and the north flower walls.
This place is very secluded and no one is walking around, so it is a good place to have fun secretly
Yàn Nie tiptoed to the window of the flower wall on the west side, and you could see their side
Yàn Mud's palms were wet and wet, and her whole body was so sticky that she felt uncomfortable, holding her breath, for fear of seeing it wrong
The two of them kissed wet for a while, and they chattered before they stopped
The woman kissed the man's right shoulder, her face was full of willow eyebrows, her lotus face, her peach blossoms were so charming, and her face looked like a Mèi, she turned out to be Sister Runyue!
Because Runyue covered the man's face, Yàn Ni could not confirm whether he was the master. Her heart was like a drum, and her legs were like lead. She secretly begged the man not the master.
Then, the man lowered his head and sucked Yue's left breast hard. Yàn Ni vaguely saw his appearance, as if lightning had struck Yàn Ni's little head. He... He is indeed the master
Even though she knew that the master was not just a little slave, why did her heart still hurt so much? Her chest was filled with depression, and she covered her heart and squatted against the wall.
Sister Runyue knew that she was her master's slave, but she still had her master...
The master is not her own master, but she is her own slave.
What is the fault of Sister Runyue? As long as the owner has a request, who can really resist him?
Sister Runyue is right, the little slave will always be a little slave!
The heart is like drops of blood! The heart is like drops of blood!
Why is the master not her own master?
Why is she a little slave?
Even if she is comparable to his, he probably won't be her alone.
No, she didn't give up before seeing his front
Yàn Ni did not realize her own possessiveness for her master. She had surpassed the simple relationship between master and slave. She walked unwillingly to the north flower wall and looked through the window.
People are still the same person. If you look at it a few more times, the facts will not change.
What is she looking forward to? Perhaps, her indulgence in small wishes is enough as long as the master does not dislike her, she will always be his humble little slave.
She had no intention of looking at it again, and hurriedly left, leaving only the man and woman who were still passionate.
The picture in the mind is so clear that I can't run far away, my chest is churning, and with a wow, the food in my stomach is pouring out
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