Chapter 357 Concentration Sixty-seven

Outside the gap, it was indeed a peaceful sleep in the middle of the night. In the gap, it was shivering into a ball of shivering, and I was afraid that I would feel that I would not see the sun tomorrow.

The fingers were twitching for a while, maybe it was to tease him. It was obvious that he was holding back his body and laughing.

Then he changed his tricks to tease people, holding one side and playing with it for a while, pinching the areola and pulling it down.

The sweat broke out and fell down again. The movements of the skin and flesh were stagnant, and each time I rubbed and twisted, it became more vivid due to the sticking.

The genitals pressing behind him were quickly erecting, and the hand that was slinging around his waist and abdomen pressed the person in place.

I was even more nervous when I was panting towards the thin slits on the edge of the quilt, knowing that even the movement of my breathing was probably quite bad at this moment.

The fingertips and fingertips were pressed against each other and scratched them all at once. You subconsciously reached out and pressed them down, trying to keep the annoying movements.

I didn't expect that I pressed it closer and tighter, and the soft flesh on my breasts protruded from between my fingers.

It seemed that I couldn't hold it in. Minghuanghuang heard half laughter, and she squeezed and kneaded her breasts and pulled her up and down. Her heart was dislocated.

The hand that was pressed against the lower abdomen stretched and pressed it, which made the person tremble constantly and seemed to be thrusting and shrinking.

The hand moved half an inch more, and the mons pubis was barely closed.

After trembling for a long time, I didn’t know if it was brought out by the movement, but it was clearly a gift for people.

As if I got a signal, I wrapped it tightly in my hand and pinched it, and the action was similar to the milk bubbles in a sponge.

Hold your wrists tightly and your mantis arms to block the car. You should turn your head and waist on the arm next to your face, and bite it harder as you advance.

My fingertips drilled into the flesh slit for a few times, stretched out and held them out, as if I was waiting for the water to slide out, and it seemed like I was deliberately trying to see someone ashamed and upset.

He pinched his nipples and squeezed his clitoris. He couldn't help but whimper when he bit his arms, and half of his fingers got in.

My legs were trembling and sweaty, and my penis was jumping against my butt, making me feel congested and my lower abdomen itched.

Then there was a special movement that only happened when masturbating. The sticky flesh was thrust by fingers and sometimes fit and sometimes open, and the sound of water was particularly loud because of the bulge.

At the beginning, I pinched my labia and touched my perineum. After a few strokes, I couldn't wait to thrust my fingers into the deadly place inside, and from time to time my thumb pressed my clitoris.

You tightly tied your legs together, and it was hard to say whether you begged the other party to stop moving, or to make the clamp tighter and deeper.

Perhaps it was not convenient to be clamped, and after a few slightest attempts, he simply pinched his legs and pulled them into the quilt.

I wasn't sure why I was rolling my eyes, and grabbed the corner of the quilt and poked my head out and took a big breath.

If you are being looked at by outside, God knows how exaggerated it would be.

Maybe there are two heads on the pillow that are in love. If you ignore your eyes and look with a hideous face, and then ignore the other person's ulterior motives and ill-intentionedness that makes you laugh no matter how you look at it, then lean on it tightly, and it can be considered as in love.

But the quilt was held up in a strange shape, like a crooked tent, shaking and shaking.

Can you insert it?The man pressed close and his voice was low, licking your earlobe.

Sincere and sincere, I took a look at it, and I was panicked and afraid that I hadn't been hiding yet.The other party blinked his eyes with innocent eyes, put his hands on his barely fiddling with his wide open labia, and asked again, "Is that okay..."

I've been toggling and turning all night and asked if it's too late.You were just about to speak and were pinched and covered your mouth, but you paused and shook your head desperately.

Then he held his cock and pushed it over.

I thought I had to eat my fingers first... It was so urgent.He said.

The erect penis rubbed against the perineal labia, and it slapped twice like a whip. It was covered with dick water before it was held into your stomach.