Chapter 8 Wild Dog H (later into the double holes)

Zhou Jing's hand explored forward and kept grabbing Shen Qinghe's drooping breasts, while his other hand slowly floated on the slit of her buttocks until he found the anus and reached out to try to snatch it in.

She ignored Zhou Jing's hands that were rubbing her breasts, and looked back in horror with sweaty face: What are you going to do?

Could it be that he wants to go in from there?

I want to fuck you.Zhou Jingyi said in a concise way.

You can't get into that place, don't get into that place, don't get into that place.

Shen Qinghe said something stutteringly. Although she has always been like this in sexual matters on weekdays, the current sentence is a bit more pleading.

She had heard that Master Youjun fucked her concubine from behind and bleeded. When the servant went into the house to serve, he found that the concubine was half dead.

Later I heard that the concubine had not recovered for half a year, and she was retired by Master Jun not long after. Now the concubine is not sure whether she is dead or alive.

Zhou Jing's attitude seems to be about to fuck her today, but she is so scared that she has only been through the door for a few days and doesn't want to be fucked to death so early.

Then where did I get in?

Zhou Jing's index finger suddenly inserted into her flower hole: From here?

The muddy pussy was sucked by force and twisted his index finger into it, as if it was a man-eating flower to swallow people.

The index finger enters and exits slightly in the acupoint, and the vaginal fluid cannot stop, and can only flow out along the acupoint and drip on the bed.

Shen Qinghe, um, AhAh moaned, her body became more and more flexible. At first, Zhou Jing could only see her body swaying back and forth. Later, her lust was flooding, and her breasts were almost swinging in the air and continued to wiggle afterimages.

If it were in the past, Zhou Jing would have seen Shen Qinghe look so unrestrained, he would have ejaculated in her body until her semen was exhausted.

But now he is annoyed.

He couldn't figure out why Shen Qinghe wanted someone to call her Mrs. Chen.

Is Zhou's word not good enough?Or did she look down on his Zhou family and would not want to give him his last name?

Once a person's thoughts begin to spread, they become roots, which will only continue to grow without a boundary.

His right hand left Shen Qinghe's shaking breasts and left a red slap mark on her white buttocks.

The sound of the palm falling on the buttocks was slapping and echoing in the room with Shen Qinghe's screams, and the two sounds continued.

If a servant passes by now, there is no need to say more about what is being done in the house.

Ah, Zhou, Zhou Jing, what are you trying to beat me?!Um!Shen Qinghe was out of breath. The feeling of Zhou Jing hitting her buttocks was different from the feeling of hitting her clam meat in the afternoon, she could feel it.

Zhou Jing was flirting in the afternoon, but Zhou Jing seemed to be angry now?

But what is he angry about?

She is fucked but not him, but she is also the one who hurts. What's so angry about him?

What should I do to beat you?Zhou Jing stopped moving, and I haven’t asked you another question yet. Do you like me going through the hole in front?Or enter from the back hole?

Having said that, he aimed at Shen Qinghe's anus and wanted to stuff his cock into it, but Shen Qinghe's anus had never been budded, and he just held the glans.

But there was only one point, and Shen Qinghe felt that her anus was about to crack.

Ah, you, you come out, you come in from the front, don't, don't go from the back.

However, the wild beast's idea squeezed away Zhou Jing's reason, and now he just wants to penetrate Shen Qinghe hard.

Not only did he want to enter from behind, he even wanted to fuck him in the front.

Zhou Jing held Shen Qinghe's waist in one hand and exerted force on himself. Then he hit him hard. Shen Qinghe felt dizzy for a moment, and then a severe pain swept over, but it also brought Zhou Jing's fingers thrusting in her pussy.

Now, whether it is the front or back acupoint, she is blocked tightly by Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing asked every time he contradicted:

Mrs. Zhou, are you comfortable?

Mrs. Chen, is the front acupoint comfortable or the back acupoint comfortable?

……

Every question challenges Shen Qinghe's shame. She doesn't want to answer, but once she doesn't answer, she will be greeted with a more fierce impact.

She didn't want to admit it, but she still wanted to say: Super, Ah, comfortable, yes, but I, Ah... but I feel pain.

She no longer wants to care about which question this comfortable answer is answering. No matter which one it answers, it doesn't matter. She just can't figure out why Zhou Jing was so fierce tonight?

Before she could think clearly, Zhou Jing's finger suddenly pulled away from her front acupoint. Her front acupoint was inserted for too long, so that the mouth of the hole had become a small hole, which was clearly the width of Zhou Jing's finger.

He held her waist with both hands and thrust and thrust, and his moans were rising and falling.

She knew that their posture was very similar to two mating wild dogs now. She knelt on her knees, and he leaned behind her, his breasts swaying, and his bags were so good.

Shen Qinghe.Zhou Jing called out her name.

Well...well...Ah... This is her response.

He asked coldly: Is it comfortable when I call you Mrs. Zhou, or is it comfortable when I call you Mrs. Chen?

Before her sexual intercourse was finished, she didn't understand Zhou Jing's strangeness today.But when Zhou Jing said this, Shen Qinghe should understand no matter how slow she is.

Zhou Jing felt that she had been refuted from outside. Now that she married Zhou Jing, she naturally wanted to be called Mrs. Zhou, but she didn't care about Zhou Jing's idea, so she asked someone to call her Mrs. Chen in front of Zhou Jing.

Not everyone is enough to understand her and know what she thinks, let alone Zhou Jing, who has only been with her for more than ten days?

Shen Qinghe opened her mouth, but her throat was dry and her voice was hoarse, and she couldn't make a sound.

The bed swayed and squeaked.

Shen Qinghe, no matter whether you like someone else to call you Mrs. Zhou or Mrs. Chen, you are all Mrs. Zhou, who is my own.

The genitals left Shen Qinghe's anus and left a pool of white turbidity on the bed sheet.

Shen Qinghe turned over with difficulty, looked down and could only see Zhou Jing's furry head. He maintained his posture just now and was wearing rough clothes.

The two of them were already sweating, and beads of sweat were still rolling on Shen Qinghe's waist.

Zhou Jing suddenly lowered his head and took a bite on Shen Qinghe's waist.

Not only did he look like a dog when he fucked her, but he looked like a dog after fucking her.

He said it was a bite, but Zhou Jing left only one tooth mark and kissed her whole body.

There were traces left in every place he kissed. Shen Qinghe's body was already tender and fair. The body after leaving the kiss mark was very similar to the picture of plum blossoms falling in snow, which made people unable to stop.

Shen Qinghe suddenly raised her hand and hugged Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing.

Um.

Zhou Jing's voice was muffled and not happy.

Do you don’t like others calling me Mrs. Chen? Shen Qinghe asked and answered her own questions and probably didn't like it, otherwise you wouldn't even today...

Fuck me from behind.

Can't be anything?

Shen Qinghe sighed: It’s not that I don’t want others to call me Mrs. Zhou. I just don’t understand why women can only be given the surname of their husbands after getting married. Women are born with names and surnames. Why do they have to erase their names?

Zhou Jing thought of thousands of reasons, but he didn't think of it here.

This has been the case since ancient times, and their names have not been erased. Look, I remember your name, your name is Shen Qinghe, the clear breeze and the bright moon, and the moonlight of the lotus pond.

Shen Qinghe asked: But do you remember the name of your close friend’s wife?

This question stumped Zhou Jing.

He couldn't answer.

Shen Qinghe wiped off the sweat from Zhou Jing's forehead and said slowly: You remember my name because I am your wife. If I were not your wife, I would have been erased like the name of a certain close friend's wife.So it’s not that their names have not been erased, but that we have never seen them.

She continued: I know that you have been so ill-intentioned from ancient times to the present, but you have always been like this, right?

No, of course it is wrong.

That's just a custom and people's subconscious removal.

There are also mistakes in what is conventional, and people's subconsciousness is determined by their own ideas.

Who can do without mistakes without a sage?

Zhou Jing looked at Shen Qinghe's mole on the eyebrows and shouted softly: Mrs. Chen.

She knew that Zhou Jing understood what she meant.

Zhou Jing suddenly lay down and picked up Shen Qinghe and sat on his waist and abdomen. Shen Qinghe exclaimed and heard Zhou Jing say: I want to fuck him again.

Shen Qinghe couldn't help but curse: Are you a wild dog?!

Can a wild dog fuck you without restraint? If so, then I will do it, but Mrs. Chen can only have me as a wild dog.