Chapter 24 Provoking H (Round Table Play Incontinence)

The round table is not big, but it just hangs on Shen Qinghe's calves. Her calves are hanging in the air, and the light yellow tablecloth is falling down, and the tassels on the edge of the cloth make her legs itchy.

Zhou Jing knelt on her body, kneeling on both sides, and Shen Qinghe was fascinated by his broad shoulders.

The blurred light penetrated through the window. He was carrying the light on his back. It was still during the day, but Shen Qinghe couldn't see Zhou Jing's expression clearly.

She guessed that his eyes were probably like a wolf now.

Shen Qinghe reached out and grabbed the tie, and the soft voice entered Zhou Jing's ears: Why don't you eat it?

After hearing this, Zhou Jing pounced on Shen Qinghe's tender breasts as if he was crazy. His movements were less gentle than the past and more rough.

Compared to Zhou Jing who once held her tenderly, she prefers the rude Zhou Jing who is now completely freeing herself.

She loved him.

The tie was removed by Zhou Jing at some point, and his belt and pants were also hung loosely on his calves.

Qinghe, do you remember what you promised me on the bench?Zhou Jing's fingers pressed against the mouth of Shen Qinghe's acupoint where love juice was flowing. The two fingers felt the surging inside the acupoint and the trembling of Shen Qinghe's lower body meridians.

Shen Qinghe has a good memory, and before that, this is just something that happened a few days ago, and she has always remembered it in her heart.

At that time, she promised him to sit on her face and fuck her, and said she would let him watch her masturbate.

She asked: Do you want to sit on my face?

She has eaten this meat stem many times, so what if I eat it a few more times?

Zhou Jing stopped talking, and his two fingers slowly reached into her pussy. The two fingers pressed against the wall of the pussy and tapped the pussy one after another.

The beating of the veins on the hole wall and the tap of his fingers came together. Shen Qinghe didn't know why he learned new tricks. At this moment, she was left with the scene of her fingers entering and exiting her hole.

The two fingers suddenly turned over, and Zhou Jing manipulated his fingers to sniff the wall of her hole. The waves came one after another. His tap just now had already made Shen Qinghe feel lustful. Zhou Jing's current movements simply wanted her to shout, please fuck her.

Zhou Jing's fingers were rumbling in her pussy, and his mouth was playing with her nipples above.

No, I want you to sit on my face.

He finally answered her question.

Don't I masturbate?

Zhou Jing laughed on her nipples: Do you really want to masturbate in front of me?

Shen Qinghe blushed: It was the last time you asked me to agree to you.

Zhou Jing sucked her nipples that were swollen from being played with, and her eyes were flashing with expectations: Keep it for next time.

tomorrow?

Good, you're in a hurry.

It’s not that she is anxious, but Zhou Jing will pull her to the room as soon as she gets free. How could she know if he will have time tomorrow? If he has time, wouldn’t he just have to do it?

But she thought so in her heart, but she didn't say so.

Zhou Jing's fingers were still exploring her flower hole. She was inserted into her waist and her voice began to tremble.

...Ha, yes... I'm so anxious, why am I not here yet.

As soon as this was said, he felt a little sorry for Zhou Jing's failure.

Zhou Jing raised Shen Qinghe's slender waist and stopped exploring her fingers. The pussy had been expanded into place, and his penis stood erect between his crotch.

Zhou Jing slowly slashed Shen Qinghe's lower abdomen with his own penis, and every part she passed made her feel extremely numb.

When the penis stopped at the mouth of the acupoint, Zhou Jing said: Good, don’t provoke me in the future.

Shen Qinghe's pussy was filled with the thick genitals, and with a puff of vaginal fluid was inserted into the hole.

Zhou Jing raised her waist and thrust her penis, and his rough movements made the entire round table tremble.

Ha, Zhou, Zhou Jing... Slow, slower, I was wrong.Shen Qinghe grabbed Zhou Jing's wrist and was panting.

The sound of their lower bodies colliding seemed to cover up Shen Qinghe's begging for mercy. Zhou Jing turned a deaf ear. Not only did he slow down his movements, but he accelerated.

Brother... Ha, brother... you cum in...

She didn't ask him to slow down, she just wanted him to cum faster.

You haven't arrived, how can I cum?Be good.

Zhou Jing's concerned tone made her start to feel at a loss. What does it mean?

It's here, it's almost here.Shen Qinghe started lying casually.

Good, if I lie, I won’t ejaculate.Zhou Jing has been struggling in various circles. He can tell whether he has lie at a glance. He doesn't need to ask her if she has arrived. He just needs to take a look to know whether she has lie.

Now she just wants to make herself slower.

Zhou Jing was very much like a dog raised by Lu Ci at this moment. He held Shen Qinghe's white butt, and his lower body kept slamming against the two white petals, and he didn't want to stop at all.

The two white and tender petals were red and swollen by the pouch. Shen Qinghe's vagina is not only swollen, but also her two petals are red and swollen.

In addition to Zhou Jing's thrusting, her pussy was blocked and hurt because of water flowing in her pussy.

Shen Qinghe's lower body was swollen and painful. She always felt like something was about to be bleed out, but that thing didn't look like vaginal fluid.

Later she found out that she was fucked and peed.

Urine and vaginal fluid arrive together.

You're here, be good.

Zhou Jing pulled out his penis and shot the white turbidity at the mouth of her vagina.

The pool of white turbid mixed with urine and vaginal fluid flowed thorns on the round table.