You, what are you doing... Yuan Wanran's eyes widened her watery eyes and she hadn't been married for a long time. She knew nothing about her fingers. She had never heard of her before. She was simply incredible.
So tight, so comfortable. Zhao Ye spoke for the first time. His voice was a little similar to Han Yi. At that time, Yuan Wanran was not very awake and did not hear anything strange. Her mind was only circulating on his words.
She doesn't understand what it means, but it's so tight. This word corresponds to the current situation. It's not difficult to understand what it means to her private parts.
Don't say... Yuan Wanran covered her swollen face and protested in a low voice
She wondered why her husband was so slutty tonight, and she felt even more strange. She felt shy when she heard this, but she could feel her vagina opening and closing, and she felt wet.
Zhao Ye really stopped talking, his slender fingers began to move on the flower path
Yuan Wanran could not ignore how his hands moved in his body: front and back, up and down, left and right; lightly closed, slowly grinding; one finger, two fingers, three fingers...
In less than a long time, her body became soft and comfortable from tension, her starry eyes closed slightly, and her nose felt like a light moan.
Suddenly, Zhao Ye pressed a soft meat on the flower path wall, which was very sensitive. Once pressed, she made her scream and her legs stretched out.
Before she could recover, Zhao Ye increased his weight and quickly pressed the soft part. He stroked the petals with his other hand, and rubbed the red flower stems with his two parts, which were extremely sensitive due to emotions. After tossing, the pleasure quickly amplified.
Um...Ah... Yuan Wanran held the quilt tightly, twisted her waist, moaned heavier and heavier, and became more and more urgent, and the tender vagina was flowing hotly, wetting the mattress under her body
Just as she was about to rush to the peak, Zhao Ye stopped
The expected peak has not arrived, Yuan Wanran could not hide her disappointment. She opened her eyes and gave Zhao Ye a puzzled glance through the water-meng's gaze. However, she saw him take off his pants, and under the hazy moonlight, the male root stood upright between his crotch.
She understood what this scene meant, her heart was pounding in her mouth, looking forward to the joy that was coming
It was also at this moment that Yuan Wanran realized that she had been eager to try the joy of fish and water just now. She was like a topping of cold water, and she covered her lips with her fingers in surprise.
Why is she so lewd, so...shameless tonight?
It was said that it was soon, and with a puff, Zhao Ye pierced her waist, and his firm and swollen male root penetrated into the flower path
Uh... She arched her waist, her throat soft and let out a muffled groan
Zhao Ye's entry made her lower abdomen sore and swell, but it was a comfortable sore and swelling. The thick and hard desire roots rolled over the flesh wall, and the numbness and itch spread all over her body, making her have no time to think about it again.
The bed sways, and the tent hook hits the bed post like raindrops falling on the roof tiles
Yuan Wanran softly endured the impact of a man's buttocks. When Zhao Ye advanced, the two men's lower bodies were connected tightly. When retreating, the man scratched the flesh wall and pulled the flesh petals outwards. The abundant honey liquid turned into water foam under his top to wet their private parts and dripped onto the mattress.
However, it was not enough. Although Zhao Ye supported her vagina to make her feel full and comfortable, she only stopped sucking and sending her out. Yuan Wanran had been to the highest place under Han Yi. She knew that if she wanted to taste the Pure Land, she had to make it deeper, heavier, and faster.
Deep in her body, she tilted her waist and looked towards Zhao Ye for deeper joy.
What's wrong? Zhao Ye asked slowly, and his intentions seemed to be caring
Once Yuan Wanran asked, she realized that she took the initiative to ask for a love interest. Her body stiffened, like a child stealing candy, asking someone to catch him on the spot, blushing and not daring to say anything.
The room was dark, and Zhao Ye's facial features were muddy, but his eyes were flashing like a leopard lying in the dark to peek at his prey.
Do you want me to fuck you hard? He asked in a low voice, evil spirits are everywhere
Think! If Yuan Wanran was so embarrassed that she had nowhere to hide after hearing such dirty words, but tonight she almost blurted out her promise. Fortunately, the last trace of reason left was shattered at the last moment
She covered her mouth with her fingers and her face was so blushed that it could drip blood. She silently warned herself: Some things can only be thought about and cannot be said, and no matter how much she thinks about it, no matter how hard she thinks about it, no matter how hard she thinks about it, no
Zhao Ye didn't say much, and accelerated the weight and fiddled with her, giving her more and more deeper pleasure, which also prompted her to be very lustful. When she was approaching the peak, she slowed down lightly and made her fall from high altitude back to the flat ground.
Repeat this, twice, three times, four times...
The speed and strength gradually increase from fast to slow and towards their extremes. It is more smooth and beautiful when fast and more dull when slow.
Swinging back and forth at high altitudes and low troughs, walking the peaks and looking at them but not getting what they want. Yuan Wanran could not bear it anymore and hummed a muffled voice from her nose.
Zhao Ye's voice sounded in the dark again, bewitching like a demon. Do you want me to fuck you hard?
She couldn't stand it anymore, thinking... The sound was like a mosquito,
Zhao Ye leaned against her with both hands and whispered
What do you want?
The tone is full of patience, as if a good teacher is tempted and shy, and the answer is brave, spraying the hot flashes on her ears, but it is indescribable. Another hand caresses her breasts and touches the sensitive nipple beads, and her lower body twitches quickly, and sheds a stream of joy and honey liquid in the depths of her delicate body.
Yuan Wanran can no longer resist
Ha Ah... Want... You... Fuck me hard... Hearing the lustful words he said in person, Yuan Wanran was ashamed and shocked, but she also felt a wet and dark stimulation, and the flower path began to tighten again
In the darkness, Zhao Ye hissed gently, then thrust his lower body heavily, like this?
Ha Ah...yes... she said tremblingly
Zhao Ye is still not satisfied. Is it okay to fuck you?
He said gentlely, and his slender fingers touched the bloody flower stems of Yuan Wanran, and he slowly twisted them. Suddenly he increased the force to the top that she could withstand, and the numbness exploded from the bottom of her body.
AhAhAhAh, good...good...
Zhao Ye chuckled, as you wish, and said, straightened up and held her waist wide open and fucked her
Then Yuan Wanran regretted it
After a little exploration, Zhao Ye thought through her body. He would deal with those places that are sensitive, especially the hidden soft flesh in the flower path.
Ha Ah...Don't...Not there... She grabbed Zhao Ye's sleeve and murmured
It's useless, Zhao Ye became a wild horse, and he was hiring on his delicate body. The hot pestle slammed the vagina tightly, and hit her with one blow after another, which made her feel lost.
The bed was shaking wildly, and the sound of collapse was about to fall apart at any time. The hook hit the bed column as dense as rainstorm, and the bells were endless. The man's body slapped the woman, and the sound of puffing water, the low breath, the soft moan, intertwined and echoed in the dark...
Gradually, Yuan Wanran's moans were so beautiful that they could drip out of water, becoming like crying and complaining
... Enough... The joy was too strong, she trembled and wanted to push Zhao Ye away, but her whole body was soft. The remaining little strength was not enough to get any other result except for barely pulling Zhao Ye's clothes loose
Only breaking mourns: My husband... don't...
Since the days since marriage, once Yuan Wanran showed a timid attitude in bed, Han Yi tried her best to ease the offensive. She thought it would be the same this time, but she didn't expect that Han Yi was not the one who she thought was selfish, and Zhao Ye and Han Yi were never the same type of people.
It's early
Zhao Ye's answer was a little breathing, and the hands buckled against her waist were tight like iron pliers. The dragon rushed in and out of her tight corridor. The thick and hard pubic hair brushed through the swollen and red flower core. Every impact was like a flint, and sparks were drawn in her mind.
The pleasure is rising steadily, Yuan Wanran is on the verge of collapse. She whimpered and twisted her body to break away from Zhao Ye, but it is good to ask for a slight break.
Zhao Ye noticed the movements of the people under him, and actually let her escape.
Yuan Wanran panted and shrank back, feeling the man's huge clone scraped through the wall of the vagina and was barely spitting out. Just as he was about to escape, Zhao Ye smiled, and a short sound of fucking me.
Yuan Wanran felt something was not good at darkness. Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, Zhao Ye's hand slid from her waist to her knees, and his strong arms were nimble and her legs were dragged over her body and pressed towards him. The male root was ruthless and quickly penetrated into the flower hole.
At this moment, the two of them were covered with flesh and blood, and their long body went straight to the center of the flower, and then they thrust continuously like life-seeking.
Oh AhAhAh!
Yuan Wanran screamed in vain, and the ultimate pleasure rushed to the scalp and shot towards the limbs and bones.
She leaned back, her slender legs clamped Zhao Ye's narrow buttocks, and the flower path was spasming violently, and the spring water was sprayed out
For a while, her eyes were white, unable to see or hear, and she collapsed on the bed and trembled all over. Tears were scattered in her eyes.
It was so embarrassing that Zhao Ye refused to let her go. When she came to her senses, the scorching hard iron that squeezed the flower path was thrust again without any mistakes.
Yuan Wanran gasped, the heat and frenzy in her body remained unabated, but for some reason, she was extremely tired after a love affair. She couldn't bear it anymore and continued to sway, so she wanted to push the person away.
Zhao Ye controlled her hands with one hand
I said that the lust was turbulent under his voice, and he became hoarse, 'It's still early'
The man worked tirelessly, and Yuan Wanran had no way to escape, and could only swing with him like willows in the wind until he could not even make a sound. Zhao Ye finally had the intention to stop the army.
His breath became heavy and he rushed quickly. Yuan Wanran's tight corridor shrank again, with tears on his face, and he opened his mouth silently to receive the pleasure of the dam.
Zhao Ye was really pounding for a long time, and finally let out a low roar from his tightly-contracted vagina. The thick white semen shot out an arc in the air, splashing on her sweaty snow-filled chest and abdomen.
It's finally over... Yuan Wanran's delicate body twitched involuntarily, but her heart was relaxed, and her deep sleepiness fell down with her eyelids
When she was drowsy, she suddenly thought of something: Han Yi got married before going to war, and wanted to get married and get married and have children. Why did he go against the norm tonight and not sow seeds to her?
Did he change his mind, worried that life and death will be unpredictable, and he would not want to leave his children to delay his wife? But if he was pity, why would he force her to ask for fun tonight?
Before Yuan Wanran closed her eyes, she accidentally remembered the whole incident. He was dressed neatly and only took off his trousers. Even this little passion was lost while he was breathing slowly while vaguely lifting up his trousers under the hazy moonlight.
From beginning to end, Zhao Ye was in charge of all the ups and downs of this love, and Yuan Wanran looked at herself naked, naked and lustful in front of him, indulging in pleasure and letting her play with her.
She felt a sense of shame and fell into a drowsy before falling asleep. She instinctively curled up her chest with her hands in her chest, trying to shrink as much as she could.
So tight, so comfortable. Zhao Ye spoke for the first time. His voice was a little similar to Han Yi. At that time, Yuan Wanran was not very awake and did not hear anything strange. Her mind was only circulating on his words.
She doesn't understand what it means, but it's so tight. This word corresponds to the current situation. It's not difficult to understand what it means to her private parts.
Don't say... Yuan Wanran covered her swollen face and protested in a low voice
She wondered why her husband was so slutty tonight, and she felt even more strange. She felt shy when she heard this, but she could feel her vagina opening and closing, and she felt wet.
Zhao Ye really stopped talking, his slender fingers began to move on the flower path
Yuan Wanran could not ignore how his hands moved in his body: front and back, up and down, left and right; lightly closed, slowly grinding; one finger, two fingers, three fingers...
In less than a long time, her body became soft and comfortable from tension, her starry eyes closed slightly, and her nose felt like a light moan.
Suddenly, Zhao Ye pressed a soft meat on the flower path wall, which was very sensitive. Once pressed, she made her scream and her legs stretched out.
Before she could recover, Zhao Ye increased his weight and quickly pressed the soft part. He stroked the petals with his other hand, and rubbed the red flower stems with his two parts, which were extremely sensitive due to emotions. After tossing, the pleasure quickly amplified.
Um...Ah... Yuan Wanran held the quilt tightly, twisted her waist, moaned heavier and heavier, and became more and more urgent, and the tender vagina was flowing hotly, wetting the mattress under her body
Just as she was about to rush to the peak, Zhao Ye stopped
The expected peak has not arrived, Yuan Wanran could not hide her disappointment. She opened her eyes and gave Zhao Ye a puzzled glance through the water-meng's gaze. However, she saw him take off his pants, and under the hazy moonlight, the male root stood upright between his crotch.
She understood what this scene meant, her heart was pounding in her mouth, looking forward to the joy that was coming
It was also at this moment that Yuan Wanran realized that she had been eager to try the joy of fish and water just now. She was like a topping of cold water, and she covered her lips with her fingers in surprise.
Why is she so lewd, so...shameless tonight?
It was said that it was soon, and with a puff, Zhao Ye pierced her waist, and his firm and swollen male root penetrated into the flower path
Uh... She arched her waist, her throat soft and let out a muffled groan
Zhao Ye's entry made her lower abdomen sore and swell, but it was a comfortable sore and swelling. The thick and hard desire roots rolled over the flesh wall, and the numbness and itch spread all over her body, making her have no time to think about it again.
The bed sways, and the tent hook hits the bed post like raindrops falling on the roof tiles
Yuan Wanran softly endured the impact of a man's buttocks. When Zhao Ye advanced, the two men's lower bodies were connected tightly. When retreating, the man scratched the flesh wall and pulled the flesh petals outwards. The abundant honey liquid turned into water foam under his top to wet their private parts and dripped onto the mattress.
However, it was not enough. Although Zhao Ye supported her vagina to make her feel full and comfortable, she only stopped sucking and sending her out. Yuan Wanran had been to the highest place under Han Yi. She knew that if she wanted to taste the Pure Land, she had to make it deeper, heavier, and faster.
Deep in her body, she tilted her waist and looked towards Zhao Ye for deeper joy.
What's wrong? Zhao Ye asked slowly, and his intentions seemed to be caring
Once Yuan Wanran asked, she realized that she took the initiative to ask for a love interest. Her body stiffened, like a child stealing candy, asking someone to catch him on the spot, blushing and not daring to say anything.
The room was dark, and Zhao Ye's facial features were muddy, but his eyes were flashing like a leopard lying in the dark to peek at his prey.
Do you want me to fuck you hard? He asked in a low voice, evil spirits are everywhere
Think! If Yuan Wanran was so embarrassed that she had nowhere to hide after hearing such dirty words, but tonight she almost blurted out her promise. Fortunately, the last trace of reason left was shattered at the last moment
She covered her mouth with her fingers and her face was so blushed that it could drip blood. She silently warned herself: Some things can only be thought about and cannot be said, and no matter how much she thinks about it, no matter how hard she thinks about it, no matter how hard she thinks about it, no
Zhao Ye didn't say much, and accelerated the weight and fiddled with her, giving her more and more deeper pleasure, which also prompted her to be very lustful. When she was approaching the peak, she slowed down lightly and made her fall from high altitude back to the flat ground.
Repeat this, twice, three times, four times...
The speed and strength gradually increase from fast to slow and towards their extremes. It is more smooth and beautiful when fast and more dull when slow.
Swinging back and forth at high altitudes and low troughs, walking the peaks and looking at them but not getting what they want. Yuan Wanran could not bear it anymore and hummed a muffled voice from her nose.
Zhao Ye's voice sounded in the dark again, bewitching like a demon. Do you want me to fuck you hard?
She couldn't stand it anymore, thinking... The sound was like a mosquito,
Zhao Ye leaned against her with both hands and whispered
What do you want?
The tone is full of patience, as if a good teacher is tempted and shy, and the answer is brave, spraying the hot flashes on her ears, but it is indescribable. Another hand caresses her breasts and touches the sensitive nipple beads, and her lower body twitches quickly, and sheds a stream of joy and honey liquid in the depths of her delicate body.
Yuan Wanran can no longer resist
Ha Ah... Want... You... Fuck me hard... Hearing the lustful words he said in person, Yuan Wanran was ashamed and shocked, but she also felt a wet and dark stimulation, and the flower path began to tighten again
In the darkness, Zhao Ye hissed gently, then thrust his lower body heavily, like this?
Ha Ah...yes... she said tremblingly
Zhao Ye is still not satisfied. Is it okay to fuck you?
He said gentlely, and his slender fingers touched the bloody flower stems of Yuan Wanran, and he slowly twisted them. Suddenly he increased the force to the top that she could withstand, and the numbness exploded from the bottom of her body.
AhAhAhAh, good...good...
Zhao Ye chuckled, as you wish, and said, straightened up and held her waist wide open and fucked her
Then Yuan Wanran regretted it
After a little exploration, Zhao Ye thought through her body. He would deal with those places that are sensitive, especially the hidden soft flesh in the flower path.
Ha Ah...Don't...Not there... She grabbed Zhao Ye's sleeve and murmured
It's useless, Zhao Ye became a wild horse, and he was hiring on his delicate body. The hot pestle slammed the vagina tightly, and hit her with one blow after another, which made her feel lost.
The bed was shaking wildly, and the sound of collapse was about to fall apart at any time. The hook hit the bed column as dense as rainstorm, and the bells were endless. The man's body slapped the woman, and the sound of puffing water, the low breath, the soft moan, intertwined and echoed in the dark...
Gradually, Yuan Wanran's moans were so beautiful that they could drip out of water, becoming like crying and complaining
... Enough... The joy was too strong, she trembled and wanted to push Zhao Ye away, but her whole body was soft. The remaining little strength was not enough to get any other result except for barely pulling Zhao Ye's clothes loose
Only breaking mourns: My husband... don't...
Since the days since marriage, once Yuan Wanran showed a timid attitude in bed, Han Yi tried her best to ease the offensive. She thought it would be the same this time, but she didn't expect that Han Yi was not the one who she thought was selfish, and Zhao Ye and Han Yi were never the same type of people.
It's early
Zhao Ye's answer was a little breathing, and the hands buckled against her waist were tight like iron pliers. The dragon rushed in and out of her tight corridor. The thick and hard pubic hair brushed through the swollen and red flower core. Every impact was like a flint, and sparks were drawn in her mind.
The pleasure is rising steadily, Yuan Wanran is on the verge of collapse. She whimpered and twisted her body to break away from Zhao Ye, but it is good to ask for a slight break.
Zhao Ye noticed the movements of the people under him, and actually let her escape.
Yuan Wanran panted and shrank back, feeling the man's huge clone scraped through the wall of the vagina and was barely spitting out. Just as he was about to escape, Zhao Ye smiled, and a short sound of fucking me.
Yuan Wanran felt something was not good at darkness. Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, Zhao Ye's hand slid from her waist to her knees, and his strong arms were nimble and her legs were dragged over her body and pressed towards him. The male root was ruthless and quickly penetrated into the flower hole.
At this moment, the two of them were covered with flesh and blood, and their long body went straight to the center of the flower, and then they thrust continuously like life-seeking.
Oh AhAhAh!
Yuan Wanran screamed in vain, and the ultimate pleasure rushed to the scalp and shot towards the limbs and bones.
She leaned back, her slender legs clamped Zhao Ye's narrow buttocks, and the flower path was spasming violently, and the spring water was sprayed out
For a while, her eyes were white, unable to see or hear, and she collapsed on the bed and trembled all over. Tears were scattered in her eyes.
It was so embarrassing that Zhao Ye refused to let her go. When she came to her senses, the scorching hard iron that squeezed the flower path was thrust again without any mistakes.
Yuan Wanran gasped, the heat and frenzy in her body remained unabated, but for some reason, she was extremely tired after a love affair. She couldn't bear it anymore and continued to sway, so she wanted to push the person away.
Zhao Ye controlled her hands with one hand
I said that the lust was turbulent under his voice, and he became hoarse, 'It's still early'
The man worked tirelessly, and Yuan Wanran had no way to escape, and could only swing with him like willows in the wind until he could not even make a sound. Zhao Ye finally had the intention to stop the army.
His breath became heavy and he rushed quickly. Yuan Wanran's tight corridor shrank again, with tears on his face, and he opened his mouth silently to receive the pleasure of the dam.
Zhao Ye was really pounding for a long time, and finally let out a low roar from his tightly-contracted vagina. The thick white semen shot out an arc in the air, splashing on her sweaty snow-filled chest and abdomen.
It's finally over... Yuan Wanran's delicate body twitched involuntarily, but her heart was relaxed, and her deep sleepiness fell down with her eyelids
When she was drowsy, she suddenly thought of something: Han Yi got married before going to war, and wanted to get married and get married and have children. Why did he go against the norm tonight and not sow seeds to her?
Did he change his mind, worried that life and death will be unpredictable, and he would not want to leave his children to delay his wife? But if he was pity, why would he force her to ask for fun tonight?
Before Yuan Wanran closed her eyes, she accidentally remembered the whole incident. He was dressed neatly and only took off his trousers. Even this little passion was lost while he was breathing slowly while vaguely lifting up his trousers under the hazy moonlight.
From beginning to end, Zhao Ye was in charge of all the ups and downs of this love, and Yuan Wanran looked at herself naked, naked and lustful in front of him, indulging in pleasure and letting her play with her.
She felt a sense of shame and fell into a drowsy before falling asleep. She instinctively curled up her chest with her hands in her chest, trying to shrink as much as she could.
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