Ah…It’s so cold!
The shower suddenly opened, and Song Yuanzhe adjusted the temperature to the lowest level and spread it to her back.
At this time, Rashen's skin still had sexual hotness after the incident. When they collided with each other, the cold and biting body feeling of water flowing would be particularly strong. After a few seconds, it stimulated her scattered rationality that had dissipated and aggregated.
Her whole body shivered by the constant water pouring on her cold water. Half awake, she looked for her instinct and leaned against the only heat in front of her, which was Song Yuanzhe's chest.
Wake up?
without.
Song Yizhi laughed.
Knowing that she had recovered her consciousness, the man turned to adjust the temperature and warmed the water flow to soothe some of her tremor.
Yuanzhe...you...what did you eat for me?Why do I feel... weird?
The so-called weird feeling of Rashang comes from the extreme sensitivity of the body.
Although she had no desire to do anything in her mind, her body was swollen and itchy, and all her sexual characteristics were hard to stand; the flesh in the corridor also seemed to have life, pushing layer by layer like a tide wave, like a prostitute in the brothel, full of hunger and thirst.
In this situation, the more she cared about the strangeness of her body, the more excited she was rushing to the top. They kept eroding her rationality that she had finally recovered, and wanted to teach people to fill herself up.
Really...too shameful.
It's just a candy.
Song Yuanzhe replied in a very meaningless way. His eyes were covered with darkness, which was a sign of desire again.
You lied to me!You lied to me!You lied to me!
The soft embroidered punch hit the man's shoulder, and Rashen hated the feeling of being treated as a toy.
It’s just a pity that her weak will at this moment cannot be as sequential as the spring tide of her lower body.
After using a few force on his hands, his vagina suddenly began to shrink from the cervix. The love juice in Rashen's body flowed out, bringing out the semen in his abdomen and slid down the base of his legs intermittently.
I didn't lie to you, it was just a candy that made you happy, with no side effects.You are my wife, how could I harm you?Um?
Song Yuanzhe looked down at her, his tone was coaxing and deceiving, and he couldn't tell the truth or the false.
Who is your wife...
The entire shower space was too narrow. After turning on the hot water, Rashen felt suffocated by the fog.
She wanted to fight back and then push him out.Unexpectedly, when the words came to the future, under the dual effects of pleasure and suffocation, the rebuttal words became a coquettish voice, soft and powerless.
Song Yuanzhe held her hand, fixed it on his chest, tilted his head and smiled:
You have been mine since your adulthood, and will only be mine in the future. What else can you do besides being my wife?
I am not someone's...I...I am just my own...
No, you are mine!
The man's tone was firm and his movements were also domineering.
He pushed Rashen to the glass wall, pinched her buttocks with both hands, picked her up and put her around his waist.
No... your legs are not good...
After all, she was the closest person. Even at this moment, her most subconscious reaction was that she was afraid that he would hurt his half-dead right leg.
When Song Yuanzhe heard this, he was stunned for a moment, but it was just fleeting and did not leave any traces of his heart.
Don't be afraid, you can't be lame.
When he said that, he stuffed his penis into the mouth of her already swollen hole, and the sticky whiteness outside the vagina was squeezed back by his thick and hard genitals.
When he entered, every inch of soft flesh in the wall of Rashen Sense was catalyzed by drugs, adsorbing him like a tramp. The feeling of slippery and tightness when he pushed forward could not help but make him so happy that he floated to the point of flying. After tilting his head, he blurted out:
Shengsheng, why are you as stubborn as above?Um?After fucking for so many years, I am still like this, which really makes me happy.
Because his pussy was moist enough, Song Yuanzhe no longer stuck to the foreplay. As he spoke, he had already started to thrust in and out.
The man held her waist at this time, thrusting up and down, and it was heavier than the other. Each of them was a heavy blow that reached the uterus. The swaying seminal vesicles hit her buttocks, and a loud bang, creating an echo in the cramped space, like a comet hitting the earth, trembling again.
Luo Shengsheng had no strength to resist, and was afraid that the struggle would cause his old injuries, so he had to hug Song Yuanzhe obediently and let him mess with him.
Ah…AhAh…Ah…Don’t mention the past…Don’t…AhAhAh!
After so many years, do you still hold a grudge against me?
The man gasped heavily and approached her ears. His voice was hoarse and smiled slightly. He was clearly talking about cruel things, but he seemed to be a normal teasing and didn't care much.
No...well Ah...I won't forgive you...
I won't forgive you, it's good now.
After saying that, the corner of his mouth sank, his expression was cruel, he put down Luo Shengsheng and turned around, changed his back position, and continued to insert.
Pa...pa...pa...pa...pa...papa...papapapa
The more you fuck, the harder you become.
The heat that the shower continues to emit blurs the glass and the air inside.
In the mist, the silhouettes of the two looked like a copulation monster disguised as four-handed gods and Buddhas, crackling and begging, even if the Sanskrit sounds surround the beams at this moment, they could not cover up the sins behind the clouds.
Later, they returned from the bathroom and collapsed from the bed, and the two of them were stuck together, changing various positions to explore the boundaries of ultimate pleasure.
Rashangsheng was awake and tranced.
She knew clearly what she was doing, but she could only watch him turn herself around and lose the will and ability to resist.
At the last moment when her consciousness remained, the picture stayed in the sea of clouds that were still on the sidewall, white and vast, boundless.
Looking at them is like entering a holy and comfortable illusion. A gentle and comfortable feeling comes to your face, making people temporarily forget the pain in their lower body, and soothingly makes people unable to stop wanting to shed tears.
It's simply inexplicable.
At that time, Song Yuanzhe was happily in and out behind her. When he found that she was crying, he bent down and wiped away her tears. He asked with a heavy panting:
Why are you crying?
Rashen didn't know what he was crying, probably just physiological tears.
But she raised her chin and signaled outside the window.
Look at the clouds outside, it's so white.
Song Yuanzhe laughed at the words.
What's there to cry about?
I just feel very tired... Well Ah... Yuanzhe, I'm so tired, let me take a break... Just a moment... OK?
The shower suddenly opened, and Song Yuanzhe adjusted the temperature to the lowest level and spread it to her back.
At this time, Rashen's skin still had sexual hotness after the incident. When they collided with each other, the cold and biting body feeling of water flowing would be particularly strong. After a few seconds, it stimulated her scattered rationality that had dissipated and aggregated.
Her whole body shivered by the constant water pouring on her cold water. Half awake, she looked for her instinct and leaned against the only heat in front of her, which was Song Yuanzhe's chest.
Wake up?
without.
Song Yizhi laughed.
Knowing that she had recovered her consciousness, the man turned to adjust the temperature and warmed the water flow to soothe some of her tremor.
Yuanzhe...you...what did you eat for me?Why do I feel... weird?
The so-called weird feeling of Rashang comes from the extreme sensitivity of the body.
Although she had no desire to do anything in her mind, her body was swollen and itchy, and all her sexual characteristics were hard to stand; the flesh in the corridor also seemed to have life, pushing layer by layer like a tide wave, like a prostitute in the brothel, full of hunger and thirst.
In this situation, the more she cared about the strangeness of her body, the more excited she was rushing to the top. They kept eroding her rationality that she had finally recovered, and wanted to teach people to fill herself up.
Really...too shameful.
It's just a candy.
Song Yuanzhe replied in a very meaningless way. His eyes were covered with darkness, which was a sign of desire again.
You lied to me!You lied to me!You lied to me!
The soft embroidered punch hit the man's shoulder, and Rashen hated the feeling of being treated as a toy.
It’s just a pity that her weak will at this moment cannot be as sequential as the spring tide of her lower body.
After using a few force on his hands, his vagina suddenly began to shrink from the cervix. The love juice in Rashen's body flowed out, bringing out the semen in his abdomen and slid down the base of his legs intermittently.
I didn't lie to you, it was just a candy that made you happy, with no side effects.You are my wife, how could I harm you?Um?
Song Yuanzhe looked down at her, his tone was coaxing and deceiving, and he couldn't tell the truth or the false.
Who is your wife...
The entire shower space was too narrow. After turning on the hot water, Rashen felt suffocated by the fog.
She wanted to fight back and then push him out.Unexpectedly, when the words came to the future, under the dual effects of pleasure and suffocation, the rebuttal words became a coquettish voice, soft and powerless.
Song Yuanzhe held her hand, fixed it on his chest, tilted his head and smiled:
You have been mine since your adulthood, and will only be mine in the future. What else can you do besides being my wife?
I am not someone's...I...I am just my own...
No, you are mine!
The man's tone was firm and his movements were also domineering.
He pushed Rashen to the glass wall, pinched her buttocks with both hands, picked her up and put her around his waist.
No... your legs are not good...
After all, she was the closest person. Even at this moment, her most subconscious reaction was that she was afraid that he would hurt his half-dead right leg.
When Song Yuanzhe heard this, he was stunned for a moment, but it was just fleeting and did not leave any traces of his heart.
Don't be afraid, you can't be lame.
When he said that, he stuffed his penis into the mouth of her already swollen hole, and the sticky whiteness outside the vagina was squeezed back by his thick and hard genitals.
When he entered, every inch of soft flesh in the wall of Rashen Sense was catalyzed by drugs, adsorbing him like a tramp. The feeling of slippery and tightness when he pushed forward could not help but make him so happy that he floated to the point of flying. After tilting his head, he blurted out:
Shengsheng, why are you as stubborn as above?Um?After fucking for so many years, I am still like this, which really makes me happy.
Because his pussy was moist enough, Song Yuanzhe no longer stuck to the foreplay. As he spoke, he had already started to thrust in and out.
The man held her waist at this time, thrusting up and down, and it was heavier than the other. Each of them was a heavy blow that reached the uterus. The swaying seminal vesicles hit her buttocks, and a loud bang, creating an echo in the cramped space, like a comet hitting the earth, trembling again.
Luo Shengsheng had no strength to resist, and was afraid that the struggle would cause his old injuries, so he had to hug Song Yuanzhe obediently and let him mess with him.
Ah…AhAh…Ah…Don’t mention the past…Don’t…AhAhAh!
After so many years, do you still hold a grudge against me?
The man gasped heavily and approached her ears. His voice was hoarse and smiled slightly. He was clearly talking about cruel things, but he seemed to be a normal teasing and didn't care much.
No...well Ah...I won't forgive you...
I won't forgive you, it's good now.
After saying that, the corner of his mouth sank, his expression was cruel, he put down Luo Shengsheng and turned around, changed his back position, and continued to insert.
Pa...pa...pa...pa...pa...papa...papapapa
The more you fuck, the harder you become.
The heat that the shower continues to emit blurs the glass and the air inside.
In the mist, the silhouettes of the two looked like a copulation monster disguised as four-handed gods and Buddhas, crackling and begging, even if the Sanskrit sounds surround the beams at this moment, they could not cover up the sins behind the clouds.
Later, they returned from the bathroom and collapsed from the bed, and the two of them were stuck together, changing various positions to explore the boundaries of ultimate pleasure.
Rashangsheng was awake and tranced.
She knew clearly what she was doing, but she could only watch him turn herself around and lose the will and ability to resist.
At the last moment when her consciousness remained, the picture stayed in the sea of clouds that were still on the sidewall, white and vast, boundless.
Looking at them is like entering a holy and comfortable illusion. A gentle and comfortable feeling comes to your face, making people temporarily forget the pain in their lower body, and soothingly makes people unable to stop wanting to shed tears.
It's simply inexplicable.
At that time, Song Yuanzhe was happily in and out behind her. When he found that she was crying, he bent down and wiped away her tears. He asked with a heavy panting:
Why are you crying?
Rashen didn't know what he was crying, probably just physiological tears.
But she raised her chin and signaled outside the window.
Look at the clouds outside, it's so white.
Song Yuanzhe laughed at the words.
What's there to cry about?
I just feel very tired... Well Ah... Yuanzhe, I'm so tired, let me take a break... Just a moment... OK?
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