I really want to touch your...thighs.
Tianlong's right hand moved back and forth across Jiang Qinqin's socks and panties, but he did not force his hands: Take off the socks and go to the knees... OK?
Is it lobbying?
Or begging?
Her husband agreed to give her a gift for the sake of the celestial dragon, but he never forced her and always respected her.
This has always made her much better in the process of changing her partner, and it also made her not know how to reject him now.
She seems a little bit...don't want to let him down?
If, just... touching her thighs, she seemed to want to... agree to him?
Jiang Qinqin saw her complicated expression on the mirror wall...hesitation, embarrassment, consideration...but there is no clear resistance.
Well…or that’s it.
Tianlong seemed to see through her: Let’s ask Uncle Jinlun.
Did he considerately lower her?
Or, he wanted to bet on whether her husband would agree to his request?
Tianlong looked at the mirror wall and used the loud sound that the radio system on the ceiling could receive: Uncle Jinlun?
…Um…
The voice of her husband Liang Jinlun came from the speakers in the room, but Jiang Qinqin could not hear his feelings rising or falling.
So far, Aunt Qinqin and I have performed... are you satisfied with?
Tianlong was so straightforward that Jiang Qinqin felt her ears burning red. For the first time, she felt the inexplicable embarrassment and excitement of the taboos of age difference.
…Well… My husband Liang Jinlun doesn’t agree.
But Jiang Qinqin guessed that he should be very excited...but it was too difficult to speak out if he wanted him to confess that he liked his spouse to be...slight and frivolous, right?
So, now I want to pull Aunt Qinqin... my wife's... tights lowered and let me touch her thighs... do you think, can it be?
When Jiang Qinqin heard Tianlong spit out your wife's words, he really wished that his ears could be closed... What are the couple doing?
Reject him, husband... said no!
Jiang Qinqin stared at the mirror, hoping that her husband on the other side could understand her expression.
However, she had another contradictory thought in her heart, as if she wanted him... to agree... so that Tianlong... would not be disappointed.
Yes...yes...yes!
Her husband Liang Jinlun's reply came very quickly and loudly than the last two responses with only one word, which made Jiang Qinqin feel ache in her heart... His hobby is really... so serious!
When Jiang Qinqin was heartbroken, her husband Liang Jinlun was still reserved: However, it cannot... go further... I... can't accept it for the time being.
well!
He still loves me, right?
At least, I also know how to set a bottom line for everyone... I teach me... I can't hate him even if I want to hate him.
Jiang Qinqin felt a little comforted.
OK, I understand.
Tianlong nodded seriously at the mirror: Then continue to look at Aunt Qinqin and me!
Uncle Jinlun agreed.
Tianlong's attention returned to Jiang Qinqin: What about you?If my husband said no, I wouldn't agree...but his reply was...yes... although if I refused, he and Tianlong could not do anything to me...but... I actually had some point... I wanted to make Tianlong happy.
The main reason is that I want to cure my husband's heart disease... But there seem to be other factors that influence me: because Tianlong is handsome, treats me politely and respectfully?
Because of his...flirting technique... is brilliant?
Even... my husband can't satisfy me for half a year?
The thoughts were disordered... Jiang Qinqin had forgotten how many times it was in these ten minutes, and she sank her head down again...
Tianlong understood Jiang Qinqin's body language again, as if he was quite excited, and he pressed his lower body against the back of her skirt... She hadn't touched him through her pants for a while, and he couldn't imagine that he was still firm, as if he was harder and bigger!
Sister Qinqin, Aunt Qinqin, I know that Uncle Jinlun wants you to do this, you must feel very uncomfortable...
Tianlong gently pressed his hands against her face from behind and left, as if holding some treasure, and comforted her in her ear: Try to relax... I haven't made you uncomfortable for the time being, right?
He came up and kissed her forehead: Come on, close your eyes...I will continue to make you feel comfortable, okay?
OK... There was a sound in Jiang Qinqin's heart, and she replaced her reason on her own and answered Tianlong.
This was the first time she had closed her eyes not to escape or endure, but to relax and make her... comfortable.
Sip... Tianlong kissed the six-pointed star tattoo on her pink neck, and put his hands into the open zipper of her white skirt again, hugged her breasts, caressed and rubbed her... No matter the side, front, cleavage, or peak of her chest, no centimeter was ignored, and they were fully cared for by flexible fingers and thick palms.
When the index fingers and maxi fingers of his hands gently rotated the tips of her breasts, the already shrinking and smaller breasts were pinched by him and became bigger and bigger... It turned out that once the tense nerves were relaxed, the feeling of comfort became more and more comfortable.
Tianlong's eager lips slid down her neck, shoulders, and waist. He felt his mouth kissing lower and lower, as if he was kneeling behind her: Snow... sip...
Jiang Qinqin glanced at the mirror and could be seen vaguely kneeling behind her back. Her hands had been removed from her bust and moved down the waist of her skirt to the back of the hem of the skirt: What a thin waist...
Behind the white short skirt, he touched her buttocks with both hands: It's so small!
He suddenly pinched her hips with a little force: It's strong again...
She became nervous again, silently, his hands were stumbled into her skirt from both sides, met in front of her waist, and placed them on the socks and panties under her belly.
She felt the socks under her skirt being slowly pulled down... She lowered her eyes and looked at the wall of glass, and Tianlong's hands were taking off the gray stockings inch by inch...
Suddenly, a coolness came. Under the short skirt on the mirror, her snow-white thighs appeared, and the gray socks had been rolled into a circle and fell to the height between her knees.
She realized that the underwear under the skirt had lost the cover of the socks, so she hurriedly pressed the front and back sides of the hem of the skirt, one in front and one behind, to prevent Tianlong from suddenly...sneaking.
But he seemed to be not here. He just knelt behind her, with two pieces of snow-white thighs whirling on his hands: Your whole body is so white!The skin is really smooth, like silk...
With his fingers up or down, left or right, front or back, Tianlong couldn't let go of his hands and stroked his exposed beautiful legs.
Not only touching his chest, but even touching his legs, he was very good at touching people... so comfortable.
He suddenly moved his mouth and kissed her behind her knees... That was one of her sensitive belts, and her feet suddenly felt soft.
He obviously knew to find her weakness, and he became more and more serious, sticking out his tongue to lick the back of her whole leg: Sip... Snow... The wet and hot tongue was slippery and fast, licking the back and outside of her thighs in an interlaced manner...
Wiping the lips and licking the tongue, her legs felt so good... She had to hold it hard to stop spitting out a sound.
It clearly said... I could only touch her legs... why did it suddenly become... with my mouth... with my kiss... so treacherous...
Jiang Qinqin's legs were half soft, and new stimulation came and licked the back of her thighs again. At the same time, his hands climbed up the inside of her thighs and slowly pushed upwards... The skin on the inside of her thighs was carefully explored by both hands, like a nymph worm and ant bite, which made people numb and itchy.
Although she held the front and back of the skirt tightly, the hollow skirt could not be guarded. Tianlong's ten fingers had unconsciously swam to the depths of the base of her thighs, bordering the lower edge of her underwear...
The tender gray panties were rolled into a circle and fell to her knees: Aunt Qinqin, your thighs are so white!
Under the white spinning skirt, her two shiny thighs were completely and evenly touched by Tianlong; his warm lips and tongue kissed the skin behind his thighs that was rarely exposed: The skin is so smooth, like silk...
She lowered her long eyelashes, relaxed her tense nerves, and felt his flirting with her whole heart.
Aunt Qinqin, I know that Uncle Jinlun wants you to do this, and you must feel very uncomfortable... Try to relax, I haven't made you uncomfortable for the time being, right?
Tianlong said this just now as if he opened Pandora's box to her: Come on, close your eyes...I will continue to make you feel comfortable, okay?
She should have endured the unbearable time of changing her puppet, but now she seems to have forgotten her original intention and tried... to enjoy... it turns out that once she let go of her mind, the feeling of comfort would come so much, so fast... it was just that he caressed and kissed her thighs, which was so comfortable. If Tianlong was allowed to take it further, how much would it be...
He seemed to sense her thoughts. While kissing and sucking the back of her legs, his palms climbed up to the inside of the thighs on both sides, pushing step by step, exploring delicately... His fingernails were scraped lightly, and his fingertips were wiped and swept left and right, and the itchy and teasing touch spread upward along the surface of his thighs in an interlaced manner...
Jiang Qinqin tried her best to hold the front and back of the hem of the skirt with both hands, but the hollow bottom of the skirt could not be held firm... Tianlong's ten fingers finally reached the boundary between the base of her legs and her underwear...
With the conservative sports bust set, the triangle fork position of the underwear is not high, but Tianlong is walking on the edge of the foul, and his hands are constantly stumbled back and forth on the soft muscles on both sides of the panties: Don't wear this style next time, it's a bit of awesome!It's white like the bust, right?Another day...will you change the black one?
He knelt behind her, touching the oblique edges on both sides of his panties with both hands, as if he wanted to push the edges of his panties away, but he was polite and did not overstep his head: I want to see you wearing black...
If his fingers really crossed the line...what should I do?
His hands reached into...the underwear, my most personal place...is close at hand... Jiang Qinqin instinctively closed her legs, but Tianlong took her hands away first.
He was really gentlemanly and didn't disappoint her.
I won't retort...
He resumed standing and whispered to her: OK, Uncle Jinlun asked me to touch your breasts, I want to touch your legs myself... I won't cross the line.
Tianlong's right hand moved back and forth across Jiang Qinqin's socks and panties, but he did not force his hands: Take off the socks and go to the knees... OK?
Is it lobbying?
Or begging?
Her husband agreed to give her a gift for the sake of the celestial dragon, but he never forced her and always respected her.
This has always made her much better in the process of changing her partner, and it also made her not know how to reject him now.
She seems a little bit...don't want to let him down?
If, just... touching her thighs, she seemed to want to... agree to him?
Jiang Qinqin saw her complicated expression on the mirror wall...hesitation, embarrassment, consideration...but there is no clear resistance.
Well…or that’s it.
Tianlong seemed to see through her: Let’s ask Uncle Jinlun.
Did he considerately lower her?
Or, he wanted to bet on whether her husband would agree to his request?
Tianlong looked at the mirror wall and used the loud sound that the radio system on the ceiling could receive: Uncle Jinlun?
…Um…
The voice of her husband Liang Jinlun came from the speakers in the room, but Jiang Qinqin could not hear his feelings rising or falling.
So far, Aunt Qinqin and I have performed... are you satisfied with?
Tianlong was so straightforward that Jiang Qinqin felt her ears burning red. For the first time, she felt the inexplicable embarrassment and excitement of the taboos of age difference.
…Well… My husband Liang Jinlun doesn’t agree.
But Jiang Qinqin guessed that he should be very excited...but it was too difficult to speak out if he wanted him to confess that he liked his spouse to be...slight and frivolous, right?
So, now I want to pull Aunt Qinqin... my wife's... tights lowered and let me touch her thighs... do you think, can it be?
When Jiang Qinqin heard Tianlong spit out your wife's words, he really wished that his ears could be closed... What are the couple doing?
Reject him, husband... said no!
Jiang Qinqin stared at the mirror, hoping that her husband on the other side could understand her expression.
However, she had another contradictory thought in her heart, as if she wanted him... to agree... so that Tianlong... would not be disappointed.
Yes...yes...yes!
Her husband Liang Jinlun's reply came very quickly and loudly than the last two responses with only one word, which made Jiang Qinqin feel ache in her heart... His hobby is really... so serious!
When Jiang Qinqin was heartbroken, her husband Liang Jinlun was still reserved: However, it cannot... go further... I... can't accept it for the time being.
well!
He still loves me, right?
At least, I also know how to set a bottom line for everyone... I teach me... I can't hate him even if I want to hate him.
Jiang Qinqin felt a little comforted.
OK, I understand.
Tianlong nodded seriously at the mirror: Then continue to look at Aunt Qinqin and me!
Uncle Jinlun agreed.
Tianlong's attention returned to Jiang Qinqin: What about you?If my husband said no, I wouldn't agree...but his reply was...yes... although if I refused, he and Tianlong could not do anything to me...but... I actually had some point... I wanted to make Tianlong happy.
The main reason is that I want to cure my husband's heart disease... But there seem to be other factors that influence me: because Tianlong is handsome, treats me politely and respectfully?
Because of his...flirting technique... is brilliant?
Even... my husband can't satisfy me for half a year?
The thoughts were disordered... Jiang Qinqin had forgotten how many times it was in these ten minutes, and she sank her head down again...
Tianlong understood Jiang Qinqin's body language again, as if he was quite excited, and he pressed his lower body against the back of her skirt... She hadn't touched him through her pants for a while, and he couldn't imagine that he was still firm, as if he was harder and bigger!
Sister Qinqin, Aunt Qinqin, I know that Uncle Jinlun wants you to do this, you must feel very uncomfortable...
Tianlong gently pressed his hands against her face from behind and left, as if holding some treasure, and comforted her in her ear: Try to relax... I haven't made you uncomfortable for the time being, right?
He came up and kissed her forehead: Come on, close your eyes...I will continue to make you feel comfortable, okay?
OK... There was a sound in Jiang Qinqin's heart, and she replaced her reason on her own and answered Tianlong.
This was the first time she had closed her eyes not to escape or endure, but to relax and make her... comfortable.
Sip... Tianlong kissed the six-pointed star tattoo on her pink neck, and put his hands into the open zipper of her white skirt again, hugged her breasts, caressed and rubbed her... No matter the side, front, cleavage, or peak of her chest, no centimeter was ignored, and they were fully cared for by flexible fingers and thick palms.
When the index fingers and maxi fingers of his hands gently rotated the tips of her breasts, the already shrinking and smaller breasts were pinched by him and became bigger and bigger... It turned out that once the tense nerves were relaxed, the feeling of comfort became more and more comfortable.
Tianlong's eager lips slid down her neck, shoulders, and waist. He felt his mouth kissing lower and lower, as if he was kneeling behind her: Snow... sip...
Jiang Qinqin glanced at the mirror and could be seen vaguely kneeling behind her back. Her hands had been removed from her bust and moved down the waist of her skirt to the back of the hem of the skirt: What a thin waist...
Behind the white short skirt, he touched her buttocks with both hands: It's so small!
He suddenly pinched her hips with a little force: It's strong again...
She became nervous again, silently, his hands were stumbled into her skirt from both sides, met in front of her waist, and placed them on the socks and panties under her belly.
She felt the socks under her skirt being slowly pulled down... She lowered her eyes and looked at the wall of glass, and Tianlong's hands were taking off the gray stockings inch by inch...
Suddenly, a coolness came. Under the short skirt on the mirror, her snow-white thighs appeared, and the gray socks had been rolled into a circle and fell to the height between her knees.
She realized that the underwear under the skirt had lost the cover of the socks, so she hurriedly pressed the front and back sides of the hem of the skirt, one in front and one behind, to prevent Tianlong from suddenly...sneaking.
But he seemed to be not here. He just knelt behind her, with two pieces of snow-white thighs whirling on his hands: Your whole body is so white!The skin is really smooth, like silk...
With his fingers up or down, left or right, front or back, Tianlong couldn't let go of his hands and stroked his exposed beautiful legs.
Not only touching his chest, but even touching his legs, he was very good at touching people... so comfortable.
He suddenly moved his mouth and kissed her behind her knees... That was one of her sensitive belts, and her feet suddenly felt soft.
He obviously knew to find her weakness, and he became more and more serious, sticking out his tongue to lick the back of her whole leg: Sip... Snow... The wet and hot tongue was slippery and fast, licking the back and outside of her thighs in an interlaced manner...
Wiping the lips and licking the tongue, her legs felt so good... She had to hold it hard to stop spitting out a sound.
It clearly said... I could only touch her legs... why did it suddenly become... with my mouth... with my kiss... so treacherous...
Jiang Qinqin's legs were half soft, and new stimulation came and licked the back of her thighs again. At the same time, his hands climbed up the inside of her thighs and slowly pushed upwards... The skin on the inside of her thighs was carefully explored by both hands, like a nymph worm and ant bite, which made people numb and itchy.
Although she held the front and back of the skirt tightly, the hollow skirt could not be guarded. Tianlong's ten fingers had unconsciously swam to the depths of the base of her thighs, bordering the lower edge of her underwear...
The tender gray panties were rolled into a circle and fell to her knees: Aunt Qinqin, your thighs are so white!
Under the white spinning skirt, her two shiny thighs were completely and evenly touched by Tianlong; his warm lips and tongue kissed the skin behind his thighs that was rarely exposed: The skin is so smooth, like silk...
She lowered her long eyelashes, relaxed her tense nerves, and felt his flirting with her whole heart.
Aunt Qinqin, I know that Uncle Jinlun wants you to do this, and you must feel very uncomfortable... Try to relax, I haven't made you uncomfortable for the time being, right?
Tianlong said this just now as if he opened Pandora's box to her: Come on, close your eyes...I will continue to make you feel comfortable, okay?
She should have endured the unbearable time of changing her puppet, but now she seems to have forgotten her original intention and tried... to enjoy... it turns out that once she let go of her mind, the feeling of comfort would come so much, so fast... it was just that he caressed and kissed her thighs, which was so comfortable. If Tianlong was allowed to take it further, how much would it be...
He seemed to sense her thoughts. While kissing and sucking the back of her legs, his palms climbed up to the inside of the thighs on both sides, pushing step by step, exploring delicately... His fingernails were scraped lightly, and his fingertips were wiped and swept left and right, and the itchy and teasing touch spread upward along the surface of his thighs in an interlaced manner...
Jiang Qinqin tried her best to hold the front and back of the hem of the skirt with both hands, but the hollow bottom of the skirt could not be held firm... Tianlong's ten fingers finally reached the boundary between the base of her legs and her underwear...
With the conservative sports bust set, the triangle fork position of the underwear is not high, but Tianlong is walking on the edge of the foul, and his hands are constantly stumbled back and forth on the soft muscles on both sides of the panties: Don't wear this style next time, it's a bit of awesome!It's white like the bust, right?Another day...will you change the black one?
He knelt behind her, touching the oblique edges on both sides of his panties with both hands, as if he wanted to push the edges of his panties away, but he was polite and did not overstep his head: I want to see you wearing black...
If his fingers really crossed the line...what should I do?
His hands reached into...the underwear, my most personal place...is close at hand... Jiang Qinqin instinctively closed her legs, but Tianlong took her hands away first.
He was really gentlemanly and didn't disappoint her.
I won't retort...
He resumed standing and whispered to her: OK, Uncle Jinlun asked me to touch your breasts, I want to touch your legs myself... I won't cross the line.
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