Her body trembled slightly and hot, and no one could tell whether she was trembling because of the cool breeze or because of the person who was working hard.
Are you nervous?
She thought that she and Zhou Jing had experienced so many sexual events, and she would no longer feel nervous.
As a result, she still has it.
The initiator who had eaten and drank enough stopped his mouth and rubbed her hard nipples with his hands.
Look, I said it was the rose smell, that was the rose smell.
Just looking at Zhou Jing's proud and childish look when he said this, he could not tell that he was already twenty-eight years old.
He pressed against her, his nose against her, and the smell of rose balm overshadowed his dragon Salpisodils.
He really didn't lie.
It's indeed rose-flavored.
What does it taste like?Shen Qinghe rubbed his clear edges and asked.
Zhou Jing smiled sly: Do you want to taste it?
She didn't ask how to taste it, because both of them gave a tacit answer.
Lip and tongue linger, she first stuck out her tongue to test, but finally she fell into the vortex of roses and dragon Salpisodils.
Zhou Jing took her up while kissing. Shen Qinghe's thigh was lifted by Zhou Jing to her hips, and the heels of the high heels slowly stirred Zhou Jing's desire through the fabric.
Zhou Jing reached into her dress with a big hand. The snow breast that could be grabbed by one hand a few months ago seemed to have grown a little bit now, and he couldn't catch it with the other hand.
Why do you always like to hook me?
The girl who was asked opened her mouth and wrapped her rolling and bulging Adam's apple.
I don't have Ah.The water vapor squirted out and spilled Zhou Jing's entire Adam's apple.
He gently closed the heavy white milk in his hand and weighed it twice: It seems to be a little bigger, it also has a rose-flavored smell?
I don't know Ah.Shen Qinghe pressed against Zhou Jing's chest, maybe it was?I don't know either.
Then I'll know if I try it.
The person who said this was as thick-skinned as a city wall, and his hands he raised had turned into rough teasing. Every breast wave he provoked was a sign of Shen Qinghe's breathing.
The hem of the skirt was overwhelmed, and she thought she was back on her wedding night.
A piece of red cloth and a marriage contract connect their lives.
It was pitch black in front of her. The dress she was wearing today was not tight. Zhou Jing lifted up the hem and felt so good that her body could be exposed. She was shaking twice by the night wind.
The crumbling snow breasts were lifted up by the hungry wolf with his arching waist. He was like holding up the lost night pearl, with his eyes emitting possessive and hunting gazes.
Zhou Jing hugged her waist, biting and sucking the pair of snow breasts like a hungry tiger, and his white skin instantly turned red.
...Well, what does it taste like?
Despite being dizzy from eating, she still remembered the question a few minutes ago.
Zhou Jing put down the hem of the skirt, and she regained the light again. A familiar and dull voice came from her chest: I didn’t taste anything, I’ll try it again.
How could it be that I didn’t taste it?
She knew in her heart that it was Zhou Jing's trick, and she was happy with it.
Can you see it?
Invisible.
You come out first.
He then came out.
Zhou Jing.
Um?
I want to see the stars.
Didn't you watch it?
Although I didn't lie on the grass to enjoy the panoramic view.
I'll see it later.
Only then did she say this, he understood.
It was late at night and the dew was heavy. The grass in front of the bushes was flattened. The sound of insects was empty and there was no echo. The sound of clothes torn.
I didn't bring any changed clothes.
Shen Qinghe stopped Zhou Jing from tearing open his clothes.
The person who was kneeling on her put the shirt he had just torn under Shen Qinghe's waist: I'll carry it.
Will it be cold later?Shen Qinghe asked again.
Are you scared?
Shen Qinghe thought he was a provocation, so she sat up and hugged Zhou Jing's neck.
I'm afraid you won't do it.
Who can't use a provocation method?
A man's desire to win or lose is strong, especially in front of his own women, he always wants to prove that he is the strongest one.
She fell to the ground, and the folded clothes raised her waist, and her flat waist was his measuring hands.
Her figure is much plumper than a few months ago, but her waist is still as white as ever, and there is no trace of fat on her waist.
His skin was like cream, and he remembered this word again.
The gap in Shen Qinghe's mouth was filled with his breath, and he kept plundering her smell. Her soft lips were stained with water stains, and her lower lip was so bright that it was kissed.
...You didn't take off your pants.
Stop it
It's the sound of zipper opening.
The erect flesh under Zhou Jing was wrapped in underwear, and his crotch was bulging like a mountain bag.
Now take off.
The underwear was also taken off, and the two were naked, with their eyes facing each other.
Shen Qinghe's eyes were misty, her eyes were wet and red, and a small Zhou Jing reflected in her pupils.
Her flower hole was as moist as her eyes, and her glans, which were spitting out lustful beads, were drawing circles on her navel.
The edges of the belly button were full of mucus, and Shen Qinghe felt that it was as if there was a spell cast.
elder brother.Shen Qinghe took the initiative to stroke her tender breasts. She seemed to be driven by magic and her hands became stronger. Her snow-white breasts were touched and ran around, which hurt so much...
Why does it hurt if you haven't entered yet?Zhou Jing asked with some pain, where does it hurt?Let me take a look?
What hurts naturally is not the flower hole full of vaginal fluid, but the snow breasts that she repeatedly jumps.
Zhou Jing took his tender breasts, which were just swaying around, and he chewed and sucked them. While eating, he asked: Does it still hurt now?
So his heartache look just now was a lie. He knew exactly what she was thinking about and what she wanted him to do.
Shen Qinghe suddenly thought in her mind, is it considered a perfect match made by heaven at this time?
Her eyes were erratic, and Zhou Jing was caught by the moment she was distracted. His neat teeth held the nipples that were chewed hard, and there were still crystal traces on the areola.
It shouldn't hurt anymore, you seem to be enjoying something else.
As he said that he wanted to give up the pair of snow breasts for a moment. Shen Qinghe had not yet been satisfied from the sea of desire, so she was unwilling to leave.
Zhou Jing only felt that his head was pressed back to a ball of soft meat by a soft hand, and the ball of meat still had a familiar smell on it.
Husband, I feel pain.
She spoke slowly and delicately, and it sounded like she was about to cry.
I'll check again.
How to check?
She had never eaten another tender breast, and Zhou Jing held a piece of breast meat, and his tongue kept teasing his nipples. The nipple appeared and disappeared between the tongue, like a dragon playing bead.
Every time Zhou Jing eats her breasts, she feels like a slut, and she wishes Zhou Jing never leaves her.
She likes this sense of possession and wrapping reality.
Zhou Jing’s examination not only examines her breasts, but also examines her everything.
Shen Qinghe herself didn't notice that she had opened her thighs at some point, and one hand was purging her two petals of clam meat. Her flesh slit curled up and wriggled between the clam meat, and the spring water was running out faintly.
The evening breeze made her feel relaxed and comfortable, and the spring scenery filled her labia.
Use this to check, Guaiguai shouldn't have any objections, right?He gently poked the wriggling soft flesh with his swollen genitals, which shrank violently as if he was about to eat it immediately.
The soft meat owner had long been trapped in the sea of spring lust, and at this time he just wanted to have an orgasm.
No...No.Shen Qinghe opened her legs a little more, and the center of her legs was wide open. Quickly, check it out, okay?
A sentence that was said was breathless. If he hadn't really not entered, he would have thought that Shen Qinghe had been dying for several rounds.
The thick and swollen genitals penetrated straight into the crack of the clam. It was like a detective and checked every part of the vagina, without wanting to let go of the corners of the hole.
Shen Qinghe's flower acupoint was extremely sensitive. Zhou Jing entered this time with a rough entry and did not expand at all, so when he entered this time, Shen Qinghe screamed unrestrainedly.
In the wilderness, no one will appear at this time. She can be selfless and does not need to worry about others.
Shen Qinghe thought that after she had seen Zhou Jing's genitals countless times, she would no longer be amazed at his size.
But the sexual matter that had not been expanded still made her sigh, it was too big, but she liked it very much.
I really like the satisfaction of being filled and being fucked.
Her pussy was filled with juice, and her moans were trembling like waves on the water.
Hah, brother, husband, her nipples are so full, but she also wants Zhou Jing to eat more of her breasts.
What's full?He thrust in and out for more than ten times, was he full or satisfied?
Maybe it was the pleasure brought by sexual matter that made her forget the provocation method half an hour ago. She clamped her vagina and clenched it so hard that Zhou Jing wanted to ejaculate.
OK, so slow.
Zhou Jing didn't think this was a provocation. He knew that Shen Qinghe said it on purpose, so he followed her intention, sometimes slowly rubbing against her flesh wall, sometimes violently thrusting, making Shen Qinghe dizzy and sweaty.
Very slow?
She whimpered and begged for mercy: It’s too fast, my husband is too fast!
Too happy?Oh, Madam turned out to be quicker.
Zhou Jing sucked her nipples while quickly inserted it, and the sound of slapping overwhelmed the sound of insects on the top of the mountain.
She didn't know when she cried, but she understood that she was not crying with pain, but that she was too happy as Zhou Jing said.
Shen Qinghe's nipples were numb and itchy. After a while, she felt that her nipples had been sucked out of milk that had not been released for a long time. The smell of milk spread in Zhou Jing's mouth, and it also brought the smell of roses he had eaten.
Your milk is rose-flavored.
As he said that, he excitedly sent his lips to Shen Qinghe's lips. Shen Qinghe pecked the lips weakly and said weakly: Sweet.
She had already sweated profusely and had exhausted her energy, but the people on her body seemed to be able to fight all night, and she was unwilling to ejaculate or leave her body.
The penis suddenly stopped, she yelled and unconsciously clamped the genitals.
Zhou Jinggao's chest tightly pressed Shen Qinghe's tender breasts. It was originally the same shape as a steamed bun, but now it was pressed flat.
Do you want me to cum?
He looked at the exhausted woman, and his low voice suppressed countless desires.
The woman held up his face, traced his jawline with her index finger, and finally brushed his eyelids gently, with a charming voice: It's not until dawn.
She was very tired, but she was not satisfied yet.
When the man heard this, all the suppressed desire was released, and flames were beating in his eyes, and there were still stars.
This time, she saw the stars falling in the sky, and also saw the stars in his eyes.
Are you nervous?
She thought that she and Zhou Jing had experienced so many sexual events, and she would no longer feel nervous.
As a result, she still has it.
The initiator who had eaten and drank enough stopped his mouth and rubbed her hard nipples with his hands.
Look, I said it was the rose smell, that was the rose smell.
Just looking at Zhou Jing's proud and childish look when he said this, he could not tell that he was already twenty-eight years old.
He pressed against her, his nose against her, and the smell of rose balm overshadowed his dragon Salpisodils.
He really didn't lie.
It's indeed rose-flavored.
What does it taste like?Shen Qinghe rubbed his clear edges and asked.
Zhou Jing smiled sly: Do you want to taste it?
She didn't ask how to taste it, because both of them gave a tacit answer.
Lip and tongue linger, she first stuck out her tongue to test, but finally she fell into the vortex of roses and dragon Salpisodils.
Zhou Jing took her up while kissing. Shen Qinghe's thigh was lifted by Zhou Jing to her hips, and the heels of the high heels slowly stirred Zhou Jing's desire through the fabric.
Zhou Jing reached into her dress with a big hand. The snow breast that could be grabbed by one hand a few months ago seemed to have grown a little bit now, and he couldn't catch it with the other hand.
Why do you always like to hook me?
The girl who was asked opened her mouth and wrapped her rolling and bulging Adam's apple.
I don't have Ah.The water vapor squirted out and spilled Zhou Jing's entire Adam's apple.
He gently closed the heavy white milk in his hand and weighed it twice: It seems to be a little bigger, it also has a rose-flavored smell?
I don't know Ah.Shen Qinghe pressed against Zhou Jing's chest, maybe it was?I don't know either.
Then I'll know if I try it.
The person who said this was as thick-skinned as a city wall, and his hands he raised had turned into rough teasing. Every breast wave he provoked was a sign of Shen Qinghe's breathing.
The hem of the skirt was overwhelmed, and she thought she was back on her wedding night.
A piece of red cloth and a marriage contract connect their lives.
It was pitch black in front of her. The dress she was wearing today was not tight. Zhou Jing lifted up the hem and felt so good that her body could be exposed. She was shaking twice by the night wind.
The crumbling snow breasts were lifted up by the hungry wolf with his arching waist. He was like holding up the lost night pearl, with his eyes emitting possessive and hunting gazes.
Zhou Jing hugged her waist, biting and sucking the pair of snow breasts like a hungry tiger, and his white skin instantly turned red.
...Well, what does it taste like?
Despite being dizzy from eating, she still remembered the question a few minutes ago.
Zhou Jing put down the hem of the skirt, and she regained the light again. A familiar and dull voice came from her chest: I didn’t taste anything, I’ll try it again.
How could it be that I didn’t taste it?
She knew in her heart that it was Zhou Jing's trick, and she was happy with it.
Can you see it?
Invisible.
You come out first.
He then came out.
Zhou Jing.
Um?
I want to see the stars.
Didn't you watch it?
Although I didn't lie on the grass to enjoy the panoramic view.
I'll see it later.
Only then did she say this, he understood.
It was late at night and the dew was heavy. The grass in front of the bushes was flattened. The sound of insects was empty and there was no echo. The sound of clothes torn.
I didn't bring any changed clothes.
Shen Qinghe stopped Zhou Jing from tearing open his clothes.
The person who was kneeling on her put the shirt he had just torn under Shen Qinghe's waist: I'll carry it.
Will it be cold later?Shen Qinghe asked again.
Are you scared?
Shen Qinghe thought he was a provocation, so she sat up and hugged Zhou Jing's neck.
I'm afraid you won't do it.
Who can't use a provocation method?
A man's desire to win or lose is strong, especially in front of his own women, he always wants to prove that he is the strongest one.
She fell to the ground, and the folded clothes raised her waist, and her flat waist was his measuring hands.
Her figure is much plumper than a few months ago, but her waist is still as white as ever, and there is no trace of fat on her waist.
His skin was like cream, and he remembered this word again.
The gap in Shen Qinghe's mouth was filled with his breath, and he kept plundering her smell. Her soft lips were stained with water stains, and her lower lip was so bright that it was kissed.
...You didn't take off your pants.
Stop it
It's the sound of zipper opening.
The erect flesh under Zhou Jing was wrapped in underwear, and his crotch was bulging like a mountain bag.
Now take off.
The underwear was also taken off, and the two were naked, with their eyes facing each other.
Shen Qinghe's eyes were misty, her eyes were wet and red, and a small Zhou Jing reflected in her pupils.
Her flower hole was as moist as her eyes, and her glans, which were spitting out lustful beads, were drawing circles on her navel.
The edges of the belly button were full of mucus, and Shen Qinghe felt that it was as if there was a spell cast.
elder brother.Shen Qinghe took the initiative to stroke her tender breasts. She seemed to be driven by magic and her hands became stronger. Her snow-white breasts were touched and ran around, which hurt so much...
Why does it hurt if you haven't entered yet?Zhou Jing asked with some pain, where does it hurt?Let me take a look?
What hurts naturally is not the flower hole full of vaginal fluid, but the snow breasts that she repeatedly jumps.
Zhou Jing took his tender breasts, which were just swaying around, and he chewed and sucked them. While eating, he asked: Does it still hurt now?
So his heartache look just now was a lie. He knew exactly what she was thinking about and what she wanted him to do.
Shen Qinghe suddenly thought in her mind, is it considered a perfect match made by heaven at this time?
Her eyes were erratic, and Zhou Jing was caught by the moment she was distracted. His neat teeth held the nipples that were chewed hard, and there were still crystal traces on the areola.
It shouldn't hurt anymore, you seem to be enjoying something else.
As he said that he wanted to give up the pair of snow breasts for a moment. Shen Qinghe had not yet been satisfied from the sea of desire, so she was unwilling to leave.
Zhou Jing only felt that his head was pressed back to a ball of soft meat by a soft hand, and the ball of meat still had a familiar smell on it.
Husband, I feel pain.
She spoke slowly and delicately, and it sounded like she was about to cry.
I'll check again.
How to check?
She had never eaten another tender breast, and Zhou Jing held a piece of breast meat, and his tongue kept teasing his nipples. The nipple appeared and disappeared between the tongue, like a dragon playing bead.
Every time Zhou Jing eats her breasts, she feels like a slut, and she wishes Zhou Jing never leaves her.
She likes this sense of possession and wrapping reality.
Zhou Jing’s examination not only examines her breasts, but also examines her everything.
Shen Qinghe herself didn't notice that she had opened her thighs at some point, and one hand was purging her two petals of clam meat. Her flesh slit curled up and wriggled between the clam meat, and the spring water was running out faintly.
The evening breeze made her feel relaxed and comfortable, and the spring scenery filled her labia.
Use this to check, Guaiguai shouldn't have any objections, right?He gently poked the wriggling soft flesh with his swollen genitals, which shrank violently as if he was about to eat it immediately.
The soft meat owner had long been trapped in the sea of spring lust, and at this time he just wanted to have an orgasm.
No...No.Shen Qinghe opened her legs a little more, and the center of her legs was wide open. Quickly, check it out, okay?
A sentence that was said was breathless. If he hadn't really not entered, he would have thought that Shen Qinghe had been dying for several rounds.
The thick and swollen genitals penetrated straight into the crack of the clam. It was like a detective and checked every part of the vagina, without wanting to let go of the corners of the hole.
Shen Qinghe's flower acupoint was extremely sensitive. Zhou Jing entered this time with a rough entry and did not expand at all, so when he entered this time, Shen Qinghe screamed unrestrainedly.
In the wilderness, no one will appear at this time. She can be selfless and does not need to worry about others.
Shen Qinghe thought that after she had seen Zhou Jing's genitals countless times, she would no longer be amazed at his size.
But the sexual matter that had not been expanded still made her sigh, it was too big, but she liked it very much.
I really like the satisfaction of being filled and being fucked.
Her pussy was filled with juice, and her moans were trembling like waves on the water.
Hah, brother, husband, her nipples are so full, but she also wants Zhou Jing to eat more of her breasts.
What's full?He thrust in and out for more than ten times, was he full or satisfied?
Maybe it was the pleasure brought by sexual matter that made her forget the provocation method half an hour ago. She clamped her vagina and clenched it so hard that Zhou Jing wanted to ejaculate.
OK, so slow.
Zhou Jing didn't think this was a provocation. He knew that Shen Qinghe said it on purpose, so he followed her intention, sometimes slowly rubbing against her flesh wall, sometimes violently thrusting, making Shen Qinghe dizzy and sweaty.
Very slow?
She whimpered and begged for mercy: It’s too fast, my husband is too fast!
Too happy?Oh, Madam turned out to be quicker.
Zhou Jing sucked her nipples while quickly inserted it, and the sound of slapping overwhelmed the sound of insects on the top of the mountain.
She didn't know when she cried, but she understood that she was not crying with pain, but that she was too happy as Zhou Jing said.
Shen Qinghe's nipples were numb and itchy. After a while, she felt that her nipples had been sucked out of milk that had not been released for a long time. The smell of milk spread in Zhou Jing's mouth, and it also brought the smell of roses he had eaten.
Your milk is rose-flavored.
As he said that, he excitedly sent his lips to Shen Qinghe's lips. Shen Qinghe pecked the lips weakly and said weakly: Sweet.
She had already sweated profusely and had exhausted her energy, but the people on her body seemed to be able to fight all night, and she was unwilling to ejaculate or leave her body.
The penis suddenly stopped, she yelled and unconsciously clamped the genitals.
Zhou Jinggao's chest tightly pressed Shen Qinghe's tender breasts. It was originally the same shape as a steamed bun, but now it was pressed flat.
Do you want me to cum?
He looked at the exhausted woman, and his low voice suppressed countless desires.
The woman held up his face, traced his jawline with her index finger, and finally brushed his eyelids gently, with a charming voice: It's not until dawn.
She was very tired, but she was not satisfied yet.
When the man heard this, all the suppressed desire was released, and flames were beating in his eyes, and there were still stars.
This time, she saw the stars falling in the sky, and also saw the stars in his eyes.
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