Chapter 2: Bedroom H (fuck while walking, burying your chest)

Shen Qinghe was sitting by the bed wearing wedding clothes. She clenched the gorgeous clothes and did not dare to let go.

After the wedding ceremony, she wanted to find guests to toast, but due to Shen Qinghe's body, Zhou Jing had to go alone in the toast. She went back to the room in advance and changed into wedding clothes and waited for Zhou Jing to return to the room.

She was both nervous and scared, and the two emotions were intertwined in her heart, like hundreds of ants climbing in her heart.

There was a noisy outside the door. She heard someone coming to make a bridal chamber, and she thought in her heart how to let those who make a bridal chamber disperse earlier, so that her body would not be able to bear it if the bridal chamber was too long.

Before those people entered the door, she heard Zhou Jing say through the door panel: Why are you doing something about the bridal chamber? Have you heard of her bad health?You all go back to your own house and find your own wife.

The voice was dull and there was no such a high spirit as before when he had just sworn.

He also knew that he was in poor health and probably wouldn't be difficult for her tonight.

When Shen Qinghe thought of this, she silently transferred Zhou Jing's level from D and Class B in her heart.

Zhou Jing pushed the door open and he drank a lot of wine at the wedding banquet. His pace was no longer as neat and straightforward as he was when he was in high spirits on weekdays, but the advantage was that he had a good alcohol tolerance, so his consciousness was still clear.

Shen Qinghe only felt that she smelled the strong smell of wine and wanted to lift the handkerchief to block some of the smell, but she felt that this action was a bit disrespectful to her future husband, so she simply held her breath and thought it was like nothing happened.

What Zhou Jing smelled was not his own wine when he came in, but Shen Qinghe's fragrant powder. He had never smelled such a good smell. It was a bit like a rose, but it was more to his heart than the rose.

This smell is different from the other daughters. He only felt that Shen Qinghe was like a blooming flower at this moment, and he was the bee that was about to collect honey.

The red cloth covering his eyes was uncovered, and Shen Qinghe subconsciously closed her eyes, her chest undulating, as if she was relieving her tension and fear.

Seeing this, Zhou Jing became a little more awake: What are you doing with your eyes closed?

I……

Are you afraid of me?He asked again.

Shen Qinghe whispered: Is there anyone else who isn’t afraid of you?

Fate is because she lacks qi and blood, and she needs those people to carefully distinguish them to hear clearly on her daily life.

She naturally knew that she was low, so she relied on the fact that most people could not hear her soft voice, so she often spoke in a low voice.

But Zhou Jing grew up in the army when he was young. He had already done listening training and his hearing was much better than that of ordinary people.

Zhou Jing heard Shen Qinghe's low voice asking, and laughed:

Well, they are afraid of me, but you can't be afraid of me.

Shen Qinghe opened her eyes and asked: Why?

The two words hit Zhou Jing's smile as Shen Qinghe blushed.

I had already seen Shen Qinghe at the wedding banquet just now, but I don’t know if there was too much red cloth in the wedding room, which made Shen Qinghe’s face look even more rosy. Shen Qinghe, who just hit his eyes, seemed to have bumped into his heart.

After marching and fighting for so many years, he has never felt this way.

You Shen Qinghe said, why don’t you say it…

The words that had not been finished disappeared on his lips. Zhou Jing didn't want to wait for a moment. He blocked Shen Qinghe's lips with his strong and domineering behavior.

Neither of them had ever received a kiss before. Shen Qinghe did not leave the house. Zhou Jing was busy with military affairs, but the man had never learned to do anything about sex. In a short while, Shen Qinghe was immersed in his lips.

Zhou Jing took Shen Qinghe's lips in his mouth and did not give Shen Qinghe any chance to breathe, but ignored Shen Qinghe's weakness. The long-term kiss made Shen Qinghe almost breathless.

You, you... slow down, slow down...

Shen Qinghe's voice was charming and tantalizing. She didn't want to believe that her throat could make such a seductive sound, and her face was even more tantalizing.

Her arms were touched to Zhou Jing's waist at some point. Zhou Jing's waist was very narrow. He was wearing a wide groom's uniform today, but he could still see his strong chest and his narrow waist.

She has always been weak and shouldn't have studied outside, but Chen Zhennan was open-minded and did not want his baby daughter to be ignorant of her big words. She not only invited a Mandarin teacher, but also invited English people to teach her science.

She couldn't think of why she wanted to hug Zhou Jing tightly, nor why she could make such a delicate voice. She could only attribute her behavior to the word "physiological reaction" told by the English teacher.

Zhou Jing opened her ear and blew it, then took Shen Qinghe's earlobe in her mouth: It's too early to say it's slower now.

Shen Qinghe had not yet figured out what this sentence meant, but she felt that she was being picked up by Zhou Jinglingkong and sat steadily between his crotch.

Despite the obstruction of clothes, the objects between Zhou Jing's crotch were already burning and the already generous groom's uniform was also supported.

She did not wear close-fitting clothes today, and only wore a wedding dress outside. When Xi Po sent her into the room, she said that it would make her new son-in-law happy. Shen Qinghe considered her weak body and thought that she could make Zhou Jing happy. Maybe she didn't have to suffer too much tonight, but now she just feels regretful.

She didn't know how much she would suffer tonight, but she clearly felt a gurgling stream gushing out of her lower body, and even wet her wedding clothes.

Zhou Jing had already reached into the wedding dress to explore, and the wedding dress was peeled off and exposed Shen Qinghe's fair and round shoulders.

The spring night in March was soaked in cold water. As soon as the skin came into contact with the exposed air, Shen Qinghe shivered and couldn't help but hug Zhou Jing tightly.

Zhou Jing didn't expect Shen Qinghe to be so proactive. He kept kissing his lips down until he arched his back and shouted at Shen Qinghe's nipples.

His moist mouth wrapped around Shen Qinghe's nipples. Zhou Jing sucked the tip of his nipples while kneading Shen Qinghe's left chest.

Such a strange pleasure was something that Shen Qinghe had never possessed before. It was novel and exciting, especially with the stream on her lower body, Shen Qinghe felt sultry on her face and tightened Zhou Jing's waist.

Qinghe, help me.He said.

I...well...how do I help you... she asked back.

Zhou Jing reached out and held Shen Qinghe's wrist and stuffed Shen Qinghe's little hand into his crotch. He led Shen Qinghe's jade hand to hold his genitals.

Shen Qinghe felt the unusual heat and wanted to escape. Zhou Jing refused. He held Shen Qinghe's hand and said: Please, Qinghe, help me.

Zhou Shaoshuai, who was afraid of everyone outside, is now using his softest tone just to make his wife help him at this moment.

Shen Qinghe's compassion moved slightly. Zhou Jing saw Shen Qinghe lowering his head and nodding, and was secretly happy.

Shen Qinghe just felt the size of Zhou Jing's genital through the clothes. When she really reached out to touch her, she felt that her feelings just now were a bit deviant, and she couldn't hold it in one hand.

The giant thing in his hand swelled a little bit longer, and Zhou Jing didn't care about anything else. Now he just wanted to stuff his genitals into Shen Qinghe's pussy and hit her hard.

Shen Qinghe didn't wear a bellyband, so she didn't wear the close-fitting clothes under her.He lifted up Shen Qinghe's skirt and held the clam meat that was seeping down with his big hands.

The clam meat is delicate, but his hands are thick and there are calluses of guns that have been holding for many years at his knuckles.

He had the intention to insert it inward, and Shen Qinghe felt: Zhou... Zhou Jing.

You call my name again.

Zhou Jing.

He never knew his name could sound so nice.

Will I die?Shen Qinghe's voice was trembling, just like Du Juan, would I be the same as her?

Shen Qinghe is also unique when she mentions other women in bed.

Zhou Jing diverted Shen Qinghe's attention, but the movements in his hand did not stop, and he went deeper into her pussy bit by bit.

Are you happy now?

Although Shen Qinghe is a little scared when she thinks of the rumors, her current feelings are indeed happy: Well...

Your nickname is Qinghe?

The depth of the foreign object made Shen Qinghe clamp the vagina, and Zhou Jing's fingers were also locked in the vagina.

...My nickname is Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan, please relax, otherwise my fingers won’t come out. I feel a little thirsty after so much water flows down there.

Shen Qinghe said innocently: I'll pour you water.As he said that, he was about to get up. Seeing that his fingers had been released, Zhou Jing quickly pressed Shen Qinghe's waist and squeezed his glans into Shen Qinghe's vagina.

Shen Qinghe's scalp tightened in an instant, and tears also flowed out from the corners of her eyes: You liar!I...I'm almost dying of pain!

Zhou Jing held Shen Qinghe's waist with both hands and pressed her down. She felt that her body was about to split in half. She just begged her to help him on the bed, and asked her that the warm young man named her nickname was gone. Now in front of her is the young man Zhou who is in awesme.

How could you feel so painful?I only allow you to live to death, round, round, round, are you thirsty?

At this moment, Shen Qinghe no longer bought Zhou Jing's account. She was so angry that she remembered that she had just transferred Zhou Jing's level back to B. She wanted to go back to Zhou Jing's door and told herself at that time: Don't transfer Zhou Jing back to B. Zhou Jing should always wait for D!

Zhou Jing is the worst person in the world!

Zhou Jing was not angry when he didn't hear Shen Qinghe's answer. He stood up with Shen Qinghe's buttocks in his hands. The ups and downs of his movements made his genitals move in a few more minutes. Shen Qinghe moaned in pain, but she didn't dare to make too loud noises. She could only clamp Zhou Jing's waist and bite Zhou Jing's shoulder last time.

Are you acting cute?Zhou Jing asked while walking, as if he had no effect on his personal support.

Every time Zhou Jing took a step, Shen Qinghe felt that the penis was thrusting into her body once more.

Zhou Jing poured a cup of tea and put it in his mouth.

For a moment, there was only the impact of the night wind slapped on the windows in the room, whistling quietly.

She was afraid of the sound of the wind blowing the windowsill since she was a child: Why don’t you speak again?

The two of them had eyes intersected, and Shen Qinghe knew that she was fooled by him again. She wanted to turn her head away, but she was one step too late.

The tea in Zhou Jing's mouth was already warm, and the tea was only half flowing from Zhou Jing's mouth to Shen Qinghe. Most of them flowed down the corners of Shen Qinghe's mouth, and then into her breasts along her neck.

Zhou Jing, I hate you.

But I like you, round.

The man in front of him called her nickname and did the most obscene thing to her. For some reason, Shen Qinghe said that he was upright or not. How could a straightforward person let the woman die on his couch?

The clock that was faded was walking drippingly, and the sound of the pointer walking fell into the hearts of the two of them at this moment.

The pointer was turning, just like Shen Qinghe's consciousness was just now.

She lay on the couch for a while.

Now she was completely imprisoned by Zhou Jing and she was not even qualified to gang.

She became Zhou Jing's prey.

Will she die on Zhou Jing’s couch like Du Juan?

Zhou Jing rubbed Shen Qinghe's jade breasts, and the tip of his tongue wandered around her ears. The warm breath wrapped her around them. They were tightly sewn, and there was only the one below her body wrapped around him.

Zhou... Zhou competition.

Zhou Jing was still buried in Shen Qinghe's neck and was unrestrained. When he heard Shen Qinghe call him, he raised his head: What's wrong, Yuanyuan?

Don't kill me.

As soon as she finished speaking, she cried.

Zhou Jing has never seen a woman cry like a pear blossom and rain: How could I kill you?I can't bear to love you.

But I was so painful that I almost died.

If it hurts, it doesn't mean you will die.

But Du Juan is dead.

so what?Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows.

So I will die, too.

Why do you die?

Shen Qinghe looked at Zhou Jing's eagle eyes and said seriously: She died on your bed, and I am also on your bed, so I will die on your bed like her.

Why do you think she is on my bed?Zhou Jing asked.

Everyone says so.Shen Qinghe did not hesitate to think.

Well, it’s said that you can’t live to be twenty years old. Do you think it’s true?

Zhou Jing didn't look at Shen Qinghe anymore, and he lost his patience. He held Shen Qinghe's soft breasts in his mouth and his tongue kept spinning on her chest.

Lu Ci said that women's breasts all have milky fragrance. Zhou Jing thought Lu Ci was bragging when he heard this. After sucking a few times, he realized that Lu Ci was saying the truth, and Shen Qinghe's breasts still had a floral fragrance, and he was lingering.

Shen Qinghe was influenced by the touch on her chest, and she was thinking about the scene of Zhou Jing holding her while walking and fucking her. In addition, Zhou Jing kept sucking her nipples. Although she wanted to answer yes, she couldn't say a complete sentence for a while.

The two were silent. The difference was that Shen Qinghe wanted to use reason to restrain his lust, while Zhou Jing was already blinded by lust. He looked at Shen Qinghe's tide hole with honey water, and then buried his head in.