From Shen Qinghe's perspective, she could clearly see Zhou Jing's clear jaw angle.
His chin is not pointed, it has a ridge and angular appearance, and it has a typical oriental appearance. If it were placed a hundred years ago, it would have the style of a king, prince, general and minister.
Shen Qinghe sat on Zhou Jing's waist and abdomen, and the honey liquid bonded the two of them to each other, wet, and silver threads were pulled out while moving.
Zhou Jing's Adam's apple moved, what are you watching me?
It's not that you said you want to...
Fuck me again.
There is no need to finish speaking, Zhou Jing is clear about it.
He was half sitting, and Shen Qinghe's body also slid down, with crystal clear eyes and mouth stalking in front of Shen Qinghe's flower hole.
For a moment, the breathing was intertwined, and it was impossible to tell who was breathing heavier, and the lips of the two overlapped together.
Zhou Jing bit Shen Qinghe's lips, as if he was tasting a rare delicacy in the world.
They rarely kiss, and Zhou Jing felt that it would be more pleasant to have a kiss than to fuck her, but at this moment he fell in love with kissing Shen Qinghe.
They exchanged body fluids and exchanged each other.
Shen Qinghe was so angry that she was kissed when she was kissing Zhou Jing for the first time. Now she has been kissing Zhou Jing twice before she is out of breath.
She put her hands on Zhou Jing's shoulders, her breasts and breasts were rising one after another, and her breasts were endless.
Zhou Jing's hands had begun to rub her buttocks at some point, and even pinched her buttocks.
Shen Qinghe's buttocks were as soft and tender as her breasts. Zhou Jing couldn't put it down after pinching them: Yuanyuan, you are so easy to touch.
You are clearly... pinching, not touching... She moved her buttocks quietly, trying to get away from the flesh pestle.
But this kind of small move is just a joke in front of Zhou Jing. Zhou Jing pressed his index finger against her buttocks and narrowed his eyes and said: Madam, it seems that she wishes me to touch this place more.
As he said, he moved his fingers down, and Shen Qinghe clamped the crack of his buttocks, for fear that Zhou Jing would enter her back again like he did just now.
If you do it again, she will be unable to bear it later.
Zhou Jing held one of Shen Qinghe's hand, Yuanyuan, you hold this.
Her hands felt a hot desire.
She could only hold the meat pestle with one hand, and the purple-black veins were beating, as if Zhou Jing's heart was pounding at this moment.
You sit up.
She had experienced several love events and knew what Zhou Jing meant, but she was afraid that she would not be able to find the hole and could not insert it into it.
When she secretly read some miscellaneous books, she knew that when she was having sex, the hole should not be inserted incorrectly, otherwise the woman would be in danger of her life.
Besides, her two petals of clam meat are still hurting. What should she do if she can't master the strength and grind her tender flesh and bleeding?
Seeing that she raised her buttocks but hesitated, Zhou Jing knew in his heart what she was afraid of, so he tempted: I will teach you how to sit.
He wanted to say that I would teach you how to fuck, but this word doesn't sound elegant enough. His wife Jiaojiao tried this position for the first time, so she couldn't be afraid.
real?
Of course it is true.
Zhou Jing held Shen Qinghe's buttocks, and Shen Qinghe held Zhou Jing's genitals and kept fumbled and searching through his clam cracks, like a little blind man who was in the dark and recognized his way.
Such actions are a different test for Shen Qinghe and Zhou Jing.
Shen Qinghe was afraid that she would not be able to correct the hole and inserted it in the wrong position, but during the exploration, she kept dripping with vaginal fluid. The vaginal fluid was clamped and closed by her, and it did not fall off half of it, and it was all blocked in the hole.
She felt uncomfortable, but she was afraid that too much vaginal fluid would extinguish Zhou Jing's desire, so she could only hold it in.
Zhou Jing's genitals were testing on Shen Qinghe's clam crack. The veins on the genitals were beating more enthusiastically than they had just now. He wanted to press Shen Qinghe on his genitals and then ejaculate them all in her hole.
He was also in pain, but he was afraid that his rudeness would make Shen Qinghe resist, so he had to endure it.
It was not until Shen Qinghe's defense finally collapsed.
The semen flows out like a stream.
She finally found the hole.
Just as she was about to send Zhou Jing's cock into her vagina, Zhou Jing pressed her hands and she was penetrated to the end, and he was completely wrapped.
She felt the blue veins hitting the wall of her vagina.
The muddy acupoints made the distance between the two more tightly.
Zhou Jing's waist and hips twitched under her like a pile, and each of them was pressed to the deepest part.
She had never felt that extreme.
The feeling of her being above was completely different from the feeling of walking and fucking on the wedding night.
On the wedding night, although Zhou Jing was brave and even confronted her deep, she had no such extreme experience that day.
She seemed to have reached its peak.
Ah, Zhou, Zhou Jing, um... She called his name over and over again, which was like a seductive command. Every time she called it, she would move her emotions and twist her waist.
Shen Qinghe's waist is softer than many women who have learned to dance.
She thought that her twisted waist was just a slutty move, but she didn't expect that Zhou Jing's pleasure would be further improved every time her slender waist twisted.
Her waist swayed like a thin willow, and Shen Qinghe's breasts were shaking, like water waves, rippling continuously.
Zhou Jing looked up from bottom to top, Shen Qinghe's nipples were decorated with her sweat beads, and the sweat flowed on her tender breasts and between the breasts, and the faint lights in the house illuminated a beautiful phantom.
The sweat slid down her waist and abdomen and dripped on the place where the two of them intercourse, like rice paste, which seemed sticky and useless, but it stuck them tighter and more inseparable.
Zhou Jing reached out and grabbed Shen Qinghe's right breast. He kneaded it freely, holding the sweaty right breast between his palms.
The nipple beads sometimes appear between their fingers and sometimes hide in their palms. They hide but cannot escape from the palms that control it.
Shen Qinghe lay down and stared at the two small meat balls on Zhou Jing’s chest. OK, is that fun?
Zhou Jing's movements were not stopped, and no matter how his wife's breasts were, they were fun.
Shen Qinghe licked a little crystal clear on her lower lip: So, is this place delicious?
Sweet, naturally delicious.
Zhou Jing thought Shen Qinghe wanted to eat her breasts, and was about to turn over and try to hold them in her mouth, but she didn't expect that Shen Qinghe opened her mouth and put the ball of flesh on his chest in her mouth. Her mouth was already small, and there was not much breasts in her chest. Compared with Zhou Jing's chest muscles, there was only one point.
At this moment, Shen Qinghe was like a child who found a toy, and her tongue flexibly fiddled with the ball of meat.She dared not bite, but she dared to suck.
While sucking, there was also a smacking sound.
No one had ever had sex with him, and naturally no one dared to lick his breasts. Shen Qinghe was the first person so bold.
Finally, Shen Qinghe left Zhou Jing's breasts, but she was still a little unsatisfied.
No, not sweet, you, you lied.she accused.
What do you suck if it is not sweet?Zhou Jing is thick-skinned and will not be ashamed because of Shen Qinghe's chest. Instead, he is even more excited because of Shen Qinghe's actions just now. He twitches his genitals and keeps talking. Sucking, is it comfortable to suck?Is it comfortable for you to suck me?
Although, although not sweet, it is delicious.
you……
Could it be that his wife was possessed by something after being fucked by him from behind?This is not something Shen Qinghe can say on weekdays.
It is naturally impossible to possess.
Just now, Shen Qinghe looked at the meat ball on Zhou Jing’s chest and had only one idea. Why did Zhou Jing like to eat her breasts so much?Is breast so delicious?If Zhou Jing can eat, she can eat too.
So she did.
It is indeed delicious. Although it is not sweet, it is really delicious.
lady.
Um?
Hearing Shen Qinghe's response, Zhou Jing thrust hard for more than a dozen times. Shen Qinghe's lower body was filled with it, and he also faded out of her body.
The battlefield of lust has changed from lower body to above breasts.
He imitated Shen Qinghe to lick and suck, leaving marks after mark on her breasts.
It looks like the complex appearance of plum blossoms falling on the white snow.
His chin is not pointed, it has a ridge and angular appearance, and it has a typical oriental appearance. If it were placed a hundred years ago, it would have the style of a king, prince, general and minister.
Shen Qinghe sat on Zhou Jing's waist and abdomen, and the honey liquid bonded the two of them to each other, wet, and silver threads were pulled out while moving.
Zhou Jing's Adam's apple moved, what are you watching me?
It's not that you said you want to...
Fuck me again.
There is no need to finish speaking, Zhou Jing is clear about it.
He was half sitting, and Shen Qinghe's body also slid down, with crystal clear eyes and mouth stalking in front of Shen Qinghe's flower hole.
For a moment, the breathing was intertwined, and it was impossible to tell who was breathing heavier, and the lips of the two overlapped together.
Zhou Jing bit Shen Qinghe's lips, as if he was tasting a rare delicacy in the world.
They rarely kiss, and Zhou Jing felt that it would be more pleasant to have a kiss than to fuck her, but at this moment he fell in love with kissing Shen Qinghe.
They exchanged body fluids and exchanged each other.
Shen Qinghe was so angry that she was kissed when she was kissing Zhou Jing for the first time. Now she has been kissing Zhou Jing twice before she is out of breath.
She put her hands on Zhou Jing's shoulders, her breasts and breasts were rising one after another, and her breasts were endless.
Zhou Jing's hands had begun to rub her buttocks at some point, and even pinched her buttocks.
Shen Qinghe's buttocks were as soft and tender as her breasts. Zhou Jing couldn't put it down after pinching them: Yuanyuan, you are so easy to touch.
You are clearly... pinching, not touching... She moved her buttocks quietly, trying to get away from the flesh pestle.
But this kind of small move is just a joke in front of Zhou Jing. Zhou Jing pressed his index finger against her buttocks and narrowed his eyes and said: Madam, it seems that she wishes me to touch this place more.
As he said, he moved his fingers down, and Shen Qinghe clamped the crack of his buttocks, for fear that Zhou Jing would enter her back again like he did just now.
If you do it again, she will be unable to bear it later.
Zhou Jing held one of Shen Qinghe's hand, Yuanyuan, you hold this.
Her hands felt a hot desire.
She could only hold the meat pestle with one hand, and the purple-black veins were beating, as if Zhou Jing's heart was pounding at this moment.
You sit up.
She had experienced several love events and knew what Zhou Jing meant, but she was afraid that she would not be able to find the hole and could not insert it into it.
When she secretly read some miscellaneous books, she knew that when she was having sex, the hole should not be inserted incorrectly, otherwise the woman would be in danger of her life.
Besides, her two petals of clam meat are still hurting. What should she do if she can't master the strength and grind her tender flesh and bleeding?
Seeing that she raised her buttocks but hesitated, Zhou Jing knew in his heart what she was afraid of, so he tempted: I will teach you how to sit.
He wanted to say that I would teach you how to fuck, but this word doesn't sound elegant enough. His wife Jiaojiao tried this position for the first time, so she couldn't be afraid.
real?
Of course it is true.
Zhou Jing held Shen Qinghe's buttocks, and Shen Qinghe held Zhou Jing's genitals and kept fumbled and searching through his clam cracks, like a little blind man who was in the dark and recognized his way.
Such actions are a different test for Shen Qinghe and Zhou Jing.
Shen Qinghe was afraid that she would not be able to correct the hole and inserted it in the wrong position, but during the exploration, she kept dripping with vaginal fluid. The vaginal fluid was clamped and closed by her, and it did not fall off half of it, and it was all blocked in the hole.
She felt uncomfortable, but she was afraid that too much vaginal fluid would extinguish Zhou Jing's desire, so she could only hold it in.
Zhou Jing's genitals were testing on Shen Qinghe's clam crack. The veins on the genitals were beating more enthusiastically than they had just now. He wanted to press Shen Qinghe on his genitals and then ejaculate them all in her hole.
He was also in pain, but he was afraid that his rudeness would make Shen Qinghe resist, so he had to endure it.
It was not until Shen Qinghe's defense finally collapsed.
The semen flows out like a stream.
She finally found the hole.
Just as she was about to send Zhou Jing's cock into her vagina, Zhou Jing pressed her hands and she was penetrated to the end, and he was completely wrapped.
She felt the blue veins hitting the wall of her vagina.
The muddy acupoints made the distance between the two more tightly.
Zhou Jing's waist and hips twitched under her like a pile, and each of them was pressed to the deepest part.
She had never felt that extreme.
The feeling of her being above was completely different from the feeling of walking and fucking on the wedding night.
On the wedding night, although Zhou Jing was brave and even confronted her deep, she had no such extreme experience that day.
She seemed to have reached its peak.
Ah, Zhou, Zhou Jing, um... She called his name over and over again, which was like a seductive command. Every time she called it, she would move her emotions and twist her waist.
Shen Qinghe's waist is softer than many women who have learned to dance.
She thought that her twisted waist was just a slutty move, but she didn't expect that Zhou Jing's pleasure would be further improved every time her slender waist twisted.
Her waist swayed like a thin willow, and Shen Qinghe's breasts were shaking, like water waves, rippling continuously.
Zhou Jing looked up from bottom to top, Shen Qinghe's nipples were decorated with her sweat beads, and the sweat flowed on her tender breasts and between the breasts, and the faint lights in the house illuminated a beautiful phantom.
The sweat slid down her waist and abdomen and dripped on the place where the two of them intercourse, like rice paste, which seemed sticky and useless, but it stuck them tighter and more inseparable.
Zhou Jing reached out and grabbed Shen Qinghe's right breast. He kneaded it freely, holding the sweaty right breast between his palms.
The nipple beads sometimes appear between their fingers and sometimes hide in their palms. They hide but cannot escape from the palms that control it.
Shen Qinghe lay down and stared at the two small meat balls on Zhou Jing’s chest. OK, is that fun?
Zhou Jing's movements were not stopped, and no matter how his wife's breasts were, they were fun.
Shen Qinghe licked a little crystal clear on her lower lip: So, is this place delicious?
Sweet, naturally delicious.
Zhou Jing thought Shen Qinghe wanted to eat her breasts, and was about to turn over and try to hold them in her mouth, but she didn't expect that Shen Qinghe opened her mouth and put the ball of flesh on his chest in her mouth. Her mouth was already small, and there was not much breasts in her chest. Compared with Zhou Jing's chest muscles, there was only one point.
At this moment, Shen Qinghe was like a child who found a toy, and her tongue flexibly fiddled with the ball of meat.She dared not bite, but she dared to suck.
While sucking, there was also a smacking sound.
No one had ever had sex with him, and naturally no one dared to lick his breasts. Shen Qinghe was the first person so bold.
Finally, Shen Qinghe left Zhou Jing's breasts, but she was still a little unsatisfied.
No, not sweet, you, you lied.she accused.
What do you suck if it is not sweet?Zhou Jing is thick-skinned and will not be ashamed because of Shen Qinghe's chest. Instead, he is even more excited because of Shen Qinghe's actions just now. He twitches his genitals and keeps talking. Sucking, is it comfortable to suck?Is it comfortable for you to suck me?
Although, although not sweet, it is delicious.
you……
Could it be that his wife was possessed by something after being fucked by him from behind?This is not something Shen Qinghe can say on weekdays.
It is naturally impossible to possess.
Just now, Shen Qinghe looked at the meat ball on Zhou Jing’s chest and had only one idea. Why did Zhou Jing like to eat her breasts so much?Is breast so delicious?If Zhou Jing can eat, she can eat too.
So she did.
It is indeed delicious. Although it is not sweet, it is really delicious.
lady.
Um?
Hearing Shen Qinghe's response, Zhou Jing thrust hard for more than a dozen times. Shen Qinghe's lower body was filled with it, and he also faded out of her body.
The battlefield of lust has changed from lower body to above breasts.
He imitated Shen Qinghe to lick and suck, leaving marks after mark on her breasts.
It looks like the complex appearance of plum blossoms falling on the white snow.
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