Just like blank painting paper is gently stained by bright red and peach color, a beautiful tree of flower buds bloomed on the first-level clear canal.
The sun is beautiful and the wind is clear, and the water is gurgling.
Two naughty skylarks flew out of the forest and landed in the courtyard, pecking and stopping, shaking their heads, making them very leisurely.
The two birds jumped to the window, and before they could peck a few times, they were frightened by a hand that suddenly stretched out from the window, so scared that they flew away with two puffs.
The hands holding the window railing have clear joints, like a shaving or grinding, and the nails are round and delicate, but the blue veins raised on the back of the hand exposed the owner of the hand. The situation seems to be a bit special at this moment.
Uh…Ah!
A full of lustful moans came from the window, and there were also intense intercourse sounds that made people blush and imagined.
Looking from the window, on the bamboo couch, a disheveled beauty was pressed on the low table on the couch. Her ink hair was as bright as black satin, and her luster was scattered on her chilly and cold back. The two dogwoods on her chest were grinding in the towering top, and were congested and red by the uneven bamboo table.
The beauty's upper body was lying on the low table, her knees half kneeled on the couch, her hands had nothing to rely on, so she could only grasp everything she could as much as possible. Then she grabbed the front of the low table with one hand and the window railing above her head with the other hand, so that she could barely stabilize it.
However, the pushing force behind him was too hard, and both knees were polished red. A small pit that was not full of his waist collapsed weakly.
Shen Qinglan was hit by another deep tip, and raised her head high, so happy that she almost forgot to breathe.
He was a little confused. It was obvious that the two of them were just eating black plum soup on the couch, but why did they get dry and fire in a while and get together again?
It was three days ago that the last time the two had sex.
That time, Qin Zilin didn't know what injustice books he saw in the Sutra Library. That night, he tried many tricks that he had never seen before. Every time he had to make Shen Qinglan cry and shout before he could give up.
That night, the two of them made a fuss for a long time.
In the end, Shen Qinglan could no longer move. She ejaculated several times, but in the end, she could only secrete a fishy urine, and her whole body was sticky.
In the end, Qin Zilin took the bed to clean the cloth towel and wiped it clean. During the process, he almost got fire from the gun.
Fortunately, Qin Zilin held back.
The next day, Shen Qinglan slept until noon. When she woke up, she felt sore in her waist and back, and she could hardly get out of bed.
Today, Shen Qinglan took a nap on the couch by the window, and suddenly felt a little stuffy. Qin Zilin seemed to be in tune with her and asked him if he wanted to drink some black plum soup.
Qinglan Immortal Lord always looks like he is not as good as the world's fireworks, and Qin Zilin thought so at first.
But later the two got along for a long time, Qin Zilin discovered that Qinglan Immortal Lord also had a side unknown to outsiders.
Just like Qinglan Immortal Lord has been fasting for decades, he still has a hobby of preferring sweet and sour soup.
Especially on the hot summer noon, eating a sweet and sour black plum soup can make Qinglan Xianjun feel relaxed all day.
Seeing Shen Qinglan tossing and turning on the couch today, closing his eyes for a while, he would wake up with a frown in a short while.
Qin Zilin took the initiative to ask him if he wanted to drink a cup of black plum soup. The moment he asked, he was surprised to capture the fleeting excitement in Shen Qinglan's eyes. It was an emotional color that Qin Zilin had never seen on the face of his master's wife before, which was unforgettable.
In order to take good care of Shen Qinglan, Qin Zilin worked hard to practice cooking skills. Every time he had dinner with his seniors, he was the chef, and he was unanimously praised by everyone.
After Qin Zilin brought a cup of black plum soup with broken ice to the table, Shen Qinglan bent down, picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup that emitted a hint of cold air, and gently pasted the white porcelain soup spoon on the upper and lower pieces of lips.
Just like the blank paper was gently stained with bright red and peach color, a beautiful tree of flower buds bloomed on the first-level clear canal.
A strand of ink hair slid down from Shen Qinglan's ears and leaned properly against his face.
Qin Zilin stretched out his hand in a devilish way and gently raised the hair. He wanted to hook him back to Shen Qinglan's head, but at the moment when the two of them had intersected their eyes, they froze in the air.
Shen Qinglan turned his head to look at him at some point, and his beautiful and stunning face was covered with a thin blush, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, like a dream, like a fog.
My lips, which had just been moistened by the soup, were dripping with water, slightly opened, revealing the snow-white toothed face like a crescent moon.
From Qin Zilin's perspective, you can clearly see that under Shen Qinglan's slightly open clothes, there were traces of love between the two of them, and they had not yet disappeared.
Shen Qinglan's warm breathing was sprayed gently on his palms, like a small animal that was only huddled in his palms.
Qin Zilin was about to withdraw his hand, but saw Shen Qinglan bowing his head and actually put one of his fingers in his mouth, wrapped in a warm mouth, and his tongue flexibly circled his fingertips.
This mode is obviously a manifestation of emotion.
Master's wife...
Qin Zilin did not expect that Shen Qinglan would be so sudden and so unpredictable during this estrus.
But since this is the case, there is no need to talk too much nonsense.
Qin Zilin's eyes closed, and he bent down, gently hugged and kissed the soft-waisted person on the other side, and moved the porcelain cup on the low table to a place that would not hinder their next action.
Shen Qinglan knelt on the couch with both knees, wrapped his hands around Qin Zilin's neck, and his upper body seemed to be hanging on him.
After a kiss.
Qin Zilin said that although he had enough knowledge and was not skilled enough, he could kiss himself so hard that his breath was unstable.
But when he saw the beautiful master's wife in his arms, she was made of a charming smile by his reaction, as if she was laughing at him as a junior, pretending to be mature in front of his elders.
Qin Zilin was also teased by his small behavior. He pinched the beauty's waist heavily, and instantly made the man in his arms panting and unable to take care of himself.
He placed Shen Qinglan's upper body on the low table, folded his body into a kneeling position, his head weakly against the table, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes were out of focus.
Most of Shen Qinglan wore a plain long gown in the back mountain, which meant that under his plain shirt, he was truly naked and unobstructed.
The hem of the plain shirt was lifted, revealing two buttocks that looked like peaches, raised high, revealing a small hole that was folding and merging, and the water was shining, as if inviting visitors to enter.
He picked up the two thick labia at the mouth of the acupoint with his fingers, gently stroked the clitoris with a thin calluse. Amid the teacher's affectionate murmur, his palms were wet, and then he pointed to it, gently digging and thrusting.
It was not until the emptiness was filled with Qin Zilin from behind that his soul had a moment of peace and pleasure.
But the next moment, Qin Zilin pulled out and inserted it too deep, almost pushing his soul out of this body, and moving the internal organs in his abdomen.
The bamboo couch was clattered by the violent movements on it.
However, after a few thrusts, Shen Qinglan felt that he couldn't kneel down, and his kneecap was so painful that it was about to break.
The thing in his body seemed to have become the main skeleton of the kite, and it forced his beautiful paper-paste bag to prevent it from falling.
Zi Lin, it's too deep...uh Ah...
Shen Qinglan said incoherently, his body was pushed forward and shook.
Shen Qinglan seemed to be thrown high by the wave of lust, and fell down fiercely.
The pleasure swept every corner of his body.
Just as the two of them were resting on the wind and rain together and heading to Wushan together, a desolate sound came into their ears through the window.
Master’s wife... Are you in the room?
It is the third senior brother Cai Zhikang.
The sun is beautiful and the wind is clear, and the water is gurgling.
Two naughty skylarks flew out of the forest and landed in the courtyard, pecking and stopping, shaking their heads, making them very leisurely.
The two birds jumped to the window, and before they could peck a few times, they were frightened by a hand that suddenly stretched out from the window, so scared that they flew away with two puffs.
The hands holding the window railing have clear joints, like a shaving or grinding, and the nails are round and delicate, but the blue veins raised on the back of the hand exposed the owner of the hand. The situation seems to be a bit special at this moment.
Uh…Ah!
A full of lustful moans came from the window, and there were also intense intercourse sounds that made people blush and imagined.
Looking from the window, on the bamboo couch, a disheveled beauty was pressed on the low table on the couch. Her ink hair was as bright as black satin, and her luster was scattered on her chilly and cold back. The two dogwoods on her chest were grinding in the towering top, and were congested and red by the uneven bamboo table.
The beauty's upper body was lying on the low table, her knees half kneeled on the couch, her hands had nothing to rely on, so she could only grasp everything she could as much as possible. Then she grabbed the front of the low table with one hand and the window railing above her head with the other hand, so that she could barely stabilize it.
However, the pushing force behind him was too hard, and both knees were polished red. A small pit that was not full of his waist collapsed weakly.
Shen Qinglan was hit by another deep tip, and raised her head high, so happy that she almost forgot to breathe.
He was a little confused. It was obvious that the two of them were just eating black plum soup on the couch, but why did they get dry and fire in a while and get together again?
It was three days ago that the last time the two had sex.
That time, Qin Zilin didn't know what injustice books he saw in the Sutra Library. That night, he tried many tricks that he had never seen before. Every time he had to make Shen Qinglan cry and shout before he could give up.
That night, the two of them made a fuss for a long time.
In the end, Shen Qinglan could no longer move. She ejaculated several times, but in the end, she could only secrete a fishy urine, and her whole body was sticky.
In the end, Qin Zilin took the bed to clean the cloth towel and wiped it clean. During the process, he almost got fire from the gun.
Fortunately, Qin Zilin held back.
The next day, Shen Qinglan slept until noon. When she woke up, she felt sore in her waist and back, and she could hardly get out of bed.
Today, Shen Qinglan took a nap on the couch by the window, and suddenly felt a little stuffy. Qin Zilin seemed to be in tune with her and asked him if he wanted to drink some black plum soup.
Qinglan Immortal Lord always looks like he is not as good as the world's fireworks, and Qin Zilin thought so at first.
But later the two got along for a long time, Qin Zilin discovered that Qinglan Immortal Lord also had a side unknown to outsiders.
Just like Qinglan Immortal Lord has been fasting for decades, he still has a hobby of preferring sweet and sour soup.
Especially on the hot summer noon, eating a sweet and sour black plum soup can make Qinglan Xianjun feel relaxed all day.
Seeing Shen Qinglan tossing and turning on the couch today, closing his eyes for a while, he would wake up with a frown in a short while.
Qin Zilin took the initiative to ask him if he wanted to drink a cup of black plum soup. The moment he asked, he was surprised to capture the fleeting excitement in Shen Qinglan's eyes. It was an emotional color that Qin Zilin had never seen on the face of his master's wife before, which was unforgettable.
In order to take good care of Shen Qinglan, Qin Zilin worked hard to practice cooking skills. Every time he had dinner with his seniors, he was the chef, and he was unanimously praised by everyone.
After Qin Zilin brought a cup of black plum soup with broken ice to the table, Shen Qinglan bent down, picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup that emitted a hint of cold air, and gently pasted the white porcelain soup spoon on the upper and lower pieces of lips.
Just like the blank paper was gently stained with bright red and peach color, a beautiful tree of flower buds bloomed on the first-level clear canal.
A strand of ink hair slid down from Shen Qinglan's ears and leaned properly against his face.
Qin Zilin stretched out his hand in a devilish way and gently raised the hair. He wanted to hook him back to Shen Qinglan's head, but at the moment when the two of them had intersected their eyes, they froze in the air.
Shen Qinglan turned his head to look at him at some point, and his beautiful and stunning face was covered with a thin blush, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, like a dream, like a fog.
My lips, which had just been moistened by the soup, were dripping with water, slightly opened, revealing the snow-white toothed face like a crescent moon.
From Qin Zilin's perspective, you can clearly see that under Shen Qinglan's slightly open clothes, there were traces of love between the two of them, and they had not yet disappeared.
Shen Qinglan's warm breathing was sprayed gently on his palms, like a small animal that was only huddled in his palms.
Qin Zilin was about to withdraw his hand, but saw Shen Qinglan bowing his head and actually put one of his fingers in his mouth, wrapped in a warm mouth, and his tongue flexibly circled his fingertips.
This mode is obviously a manifestation of emotion.
Master's wife...
Qin Zilin did not expect that Shen Qinglan would be so sudden and so unpredictable during this estrus.
But since this is the case, there is no need to talk too much nonsense.
Qin Zilin's eyes closed, and he bent down, gently hugged and kissed the soft-waisted person on the other side, and moved the porcelain cup on the low table to a place that would not hinder their next action.
Shen Qinglan knelt on the couch with both knees, wrapped his hands around Qin Zilin's neck, and his upper body seemed to be hanging on him.
After a kiss.
Qin Zilin said that although he had enough knowledge and was not skilled enough, he could kiss himself so hard that his breath was unstable.
But when he saw the beautiful master's wife in his arms, she was made of a charming smile by his reaction, as if she was laughing at him as a junior, pretending to be mature in front of his elders.
Qin Zilin was also teased by his small behavior. He pinched the beauty's waist heavily, and instantly made the man in his arms panting and unable to take care of himself.
He placed Shen Qinglan's upper body on the low table, folded his body into a kneeling position, his head weakly against the table, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes were out of focus.
Most of Shen Qinglan wore a plain long gown in the back mountain, which meant that under his plain shirt, he was truly naked and unobstructed.
The hem of the plain shirt was lifted, revealing two buttocks that looked like peaches, raised high, revealing a small hole that was folding and merging, and the water was shining, as if inviting visitors to enter.
He picked up the two thick labia at the mouth of the acupoint with his fingers, gently stroked the clitoris with a thin calluse. Amid the teacher's affectionate murmur, his palms were wet, and then he pointed to it, gently digging and thrusting.
It was not until the emptiness was filled with Qin Zilin from behind that his soul had a moment of peace and pleasure.
But the next moment, Qin Zilin pulled out and inserted it too deep, almost pushing his soul out of this body, and moving the internal organs in his abdomen.
The bamboo couch was clattered by the violent movements on it.
However, after a few thrusts, Shen Qinglan felt that he couldn't kneel down, and his kneecap was so painful that it was about to break.
The thing in his body seemed to have become the main skeleton of the kite, and it forced his beautiful paper-paste bag to prevent it from falling.
Zi Lin, it's too deep...uh Ah...
Shen Qinglan said incoherently, his body was pushed forward and shook.
Shen Qinglan seemed to be thrown high by the wave of lust, and fell down fiercely.
The pleasure swept every corner of his body.
Just as the two of them were resting on the wind and rain together and heading to Wushan together, a desolate sound came into their ears through the window.
Master’s wife... Are you in the room?
It is the third senior brother Cai Zhikang.
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