Shen Qinghe hasn't seen Zhou Jing in twenty days.
When Zhou Jing was busy in the past, he would go back to Zhou Mansion no matter how late he was at night. This time, Zhou Jing didn't even go back tonight.
When Lu Ci brought things to Zhou Mansion a few days ago, she asked Lu Ci and the others what they were busy with recently, why Zhou Jing always didn't go home.
Lu Ci only said that the matter was confidential and could not explain it in detail to her, but he did not say when Zhou Jing would finish his work.
When Zhou Jing was not at home, Shen Qinghe spent most of the time studying at home and occasionally went out to buy some favorite items. The one-hour time limit she had given to her was long ago cancelled. As long as there were people around her, Zhou Jing would not say anything.
Life is still going on as usual.
Actually, it's no different, just she's a little empty.
This emptiness is not just emotional emptiness, but physical.
She hasn't had a room for many days.
Zhou Jing was not here, she could only use her pillow to polish her legs and did not dare to reach into her.
When she rubbed her legs with the pillow, what she thought about was Zhou Jing kissing her vagina.
The pillow between her legs was clamped into a flattened piece, and the tassels on the pillow were too soft and could not get stuck in the crack of her clam, but it made her feel itchy.
If Zhou Jing was there, what would he do?
As she thought of this, the scene of Zhou Jing pushing her two vagina with two fingers apart. She learned Zhou Jing's movement to spread her tender flesh apart. Suddenly, a gust of wind came from the base of her legs, which made her pussy dry and a little tingling.
But she was clearly flowing.
Perhaps because it was not Zhou Jing, Shen Qinghe attributed all the reasons to his sweetheart who had not seen him for twenty days.
She tentatively searched for the hole that Zhou Jing had inserted countless times, and was careful, just like she was really exploring the flesh of the clam, afraid that the clam shell would suddenly close and hurt her fingers.
Shen Qinghe's fingers were much thinner than Zhou Jing. When her index finger entered her vagina, she couldn't help but shrink. Zhou Jing said that she liked to pinch him, so he couldn't move. Before, she only thought that this was Zhou Jing's dirty words. After she experienced it herself, she realized that she really clamped her tightly.
Her fingers had been cleaned just now, but Shen Qinghe still felt like her fingers had barbs, which made her flesh wall hurt.
Well... Zhou Jing, brother...
Zhou Jing was not here, and her moan became even more melodious.
A finger cannot satisfy her.
Shen Qinghe mustered up the courage to add another stick, which made her feel a little bit of realism.
She is naturally timid. Although she has had sex with Zhou Jingxing many times, she dare not use too much force even if she thrust herself.
The feeling of fingers entering and exiting her body was completely different from the feeling of Zhou Jing's clone thrusting in her body. Zhou Jing's clone was hot, while her fingers were warm. She couldn't tell whether she prefers hot or warm, and only knew that two fingers could not satisfy her.
Not only the bottom, but also the top.
Usually Zhou Jing would lick her breasts while thrusting in and out of her body, but she could not lick her breasts and could not satisfy herself at the same time.
Shen Qinghe rubbed the tender powder on her chest a little awkwardly, probably because she masturbated for the first time. She couldn't master the strength well, and her white breasts left a lot of fingerprints.
Her breasts were already fair, and the light pink fingerprints looked extremely obvious on them, as if they had been whipped.
What she made was soft moaning from her throat, each venting her emptiness, one after another, soft, and the bones were so soft that they were sore.
No one knows when the door was opened.
At first, Zhou Jing was just tidying up his clothes at the door, not wanting Shen Qinghe to see his disheveled clothes. He was busy traveling between Hangzhou and Shanghai these days and was so busy that he couldn't change into a piece of clothes for three days, so he took care of him outside the door for a long time.
But he didn't expect to hear Shen Qinghe's moans while he was taking care of his clothes.
What he opened the door was Shen Qinghe half leaning against the head of the bed, with the door wide open, her hands wandering on her soft breasts and her delicate pussy, and her lips kept calling his name.
She was really immersed in the guise and didn't realize that Zhou Jing had arrived at her.
Her hands were covered by Zhou Jing, who used his skillful twisting technique to replace her awkwardness.
The warm breath was circling on Shen Qinghe's auricle.
Can you feel comfortable like this?
She was so scared that she opened her eyes, and her other hand stopped moving, but she didn't know whether she should exit her pussy.
Shen Qinghe's little face was flushed.
She was hit by Zhou Jing the first time she masturbated, which was somewhat embarrassing.
Why are you back?
Why did you stop? I will teach you.
Zhou Jing took her earlobe in her mouth and fiddled with her nipples as he used to play with her.
Shen Qinghe's earlobe was originally cold, but after being wrapped in Zhou Jing's warm oral cavity, the coldness disappeared.
The sound of licking and fiddling in my ears became clearer.
Miss me, huh?
I just miss you, your tone, how do you say it seems like I miss you every day?
In fact, it’s not just a common miss, but a lot of miss.
She missed him so hard that she was thinking about it.
When Zhou Jing didn't go home three days ago, she was very happy and thought she could finally rest for a few days. When he didn't go home to sleep on the sixth day, she couldn't help it and even had the idea of going to find him, but she held it back.
Until the 20th day, she was so empty that she wanted to comfort herself with her pillow and her fingers. This was the first time she solved it on her own, but she didn't expect to be hit by him.
It turns out that I just miss me normally, but I miss you very much, so let me kiss you.
The kiss did not fall on Shen Qinghe's lips, but went to the protrusion on her chest.
You seem to want me to kiss you more.
He said this and then fell down some kisses.
The fine kiss covered the two tits of breasts on her chest. He kissed so hard that he didn't even stretch his tongue, but Shen Qinghe felt that these kisses could make her flood more than before.
Do you want me to come in or teach you how to use your hands?Zhou Jing gave the choice.
Shen Qinghe pulled her finger away from her lower body. She anxiously pushed up Zhou Jing's clothes tied around her waist, and her voice was anxious: Come in, brother, come in.
The long-lost chuckle made Shen Qinghe feel a little confused. She heard Zhou Jing say, "I haven't taken off my pants yet, please help me take them off."
Shen Qinghe wanted to say that she couldn't untie the belt with her mouth, so she opened her mouth. Zhou Jing seemed to see what she was going to say, but she didn't wear a belt today.
When you say this, it seems like you are prepared.
The two of them have been naked for many times, but they just used their mouths to help take off their pants, which should not be a problem for her.
Shen Qinghe lay on Zhou Jing's crotch with her butt sticking out. He wore ordinary trousers today, with buttons on both sides, and it was hard to see whether there was a zipper in the middle.
Shen Qinghe bit the button on the left side of Zhou Jing's pants and wanted to pull it out, but she couldn't pull it out.
Be gentle, be good, these pants are in a complete set, and you will have to wear them in a few days to attend the banquet.
It means you can't pull the buttons.
Shen Qinghe had to hold the button and the button mouth in her mouth and tried to press the button out with the tip of her tongue. However, the hole was too small. Before she could press the button out, her lips and tongue kissed Zhou Jing's waist.
Good, but I haven’t taken off my pants yet. What does kiss my waist mean?
She muttered: I didn't mean it.
Having said that, she repeated what she had just done, and then a button finally came out.
Zhou Jing naturally moved to the right, and Shen Qinghe bit his other button. The button was not as tight as the button on the right, and she untied it all at once.
Shen Qinghe bit his waist and pulled it down. When Zhou Jing's clone jumped out, his palm slapped Shen Qinghe's white tender buttocks. The beaten white buttocks were like her breasts, and light red fingerprints were printed.
She looked up at Zhou Jing, held his clone, and opened and closed her lips: Can you not come in?
That's what you said you were going to come in.
Don't come in, I want to eat you, you spank me.
When she said I wanted to eat you, she licked her crystal urethra, and when she said that she was hit, she took Zhou Jing's palm and slapped her where she had been hit.
Her words were like requests and commands.
When Zhou Jing was busy in the past, he would go back to Zhou Mansion no matter how late he was at night. This time, Zhou Jing didn't even go back tonight.
When Lu Ci brought things to Zhou Mansion a few days ago, she asked Lu Ci and the others what they were busy with recently, why Zhou Jing always didn't go home.
Lu Ci only said that the matter was confidential and could not explain it in detail to her, but he did not say when Zhou Jing would finish his work.
When Zhou Jing was not at home, Shen Qinghe spent most of the time studying at home and occasionally went out to buy some favorite items. The one-hour time limit she had given to her was long ago cancelled. As long as there were people around her, Zhou Jing would not say anything.
Life is still going on as usual.
Actually, it's no different, just she's a little empty.
This emptiness is not just emotional emptiness, but physical.
She hasn't had a room for many days.
Zhou Jing was not here, she could only use her pillow to polish her legs and did not dare to reach into her.
When she rubbed her legs with the pillow, what she thought about was Zhou Jing kissing her vagina.
The pillow between her legs was clamped into a flattened piece, and the tassels on the pillow were too soft and could not get stuck in the crack of her clam, but it made her feel itchy.
If Zhou Jing was there, what would he do?
As she thought of this, the scene of Zhou Jing pushing her two vagina with two fingers apart. She learned Zhou Jing's movement to spread her tender flesh apart. Suddenly, a gust of wind came from the base of her legs, which made her pussy dry and a little tingling.
But she was clearly flowing.
Perhaps because it was not Zhou Jing, Shen Qinghe attributed all the reasons to his sweetheart who had not seen him for twenty days.
She tentatively searched for the hole that Zhou Jing had inserted countless times, and was careful, just like she was really exploring the flesh of the clam, afraid that the clam shell would suddenly close and hurt her fingers.
Shen Qinghe's fingers were much thinner than Zhou Jing. When her index finger entered her vagina, she couldn't help but shrink. Zhou Jing said that she liked to pinch him, so he couldn't move. Before, she only thought that this was Zhou Jing's dirty words. After she experienced it herself, she realized that she really clamped her tightly.
Her fingers had been cleaned just now, but Shen Qinghe still felt like her fingers had barbs, which made her flesh wall hurt.
Well... Zhou Jing, brother...
Zhou Jing was not here, and her moan became even more melodious.
A finger cannot satisfy her.
Shen Qinghe mustered up the courage to add another stick, which made her feel a little bit of realism.
She is naturally timid. Although she has had sex with Zhou Jingxing many times, she dare not use too much force even if she thrust herself.
The feeling of fingers entering and exiting her body was completely different from the feeling of Zhou Jing's clone thrusting in her body. Zhou Jing's clone was hot, while her fingers were warm. She couldn't tell whether she prefers hot or warm, and only knew that two fingers could not satisfy her.
Not only the bottom, but also the top.
Usually Zhou Jing would lick her breasts while thrusting in and out of her body, but she could not lick her breasts and could not satisfy herself at the same time.
Shen Qinghe rubbed the tender powder on her chest a little awkwardly, probably because she masturbated for the first time. She couldn't master the strength well, and her white breasts left a lot of fingerprints.
Her breasts were already fair, and the light pink fingerprints looked extremely obvious on them, as if they had been whipped.
What she made was soft moaning from her throat, each venting her emptiness, one after another, soft, and the bones were so soft that they were sore.
No one knows when the door was opened.
At first, Zhou Jing was just tidying up his clothes at the door, not wanting Shen Qinghe to see his disheveled clothes. He was busy traveling between Hangzhou and Shanghai these days and was so busy that he couldn't change into a piece of clothes for three days, so he took care of him outside the door for a long time.
But he didn't expect to hear Shen Qinghe's moans while he was taking care of his clothes.
What he opened the door was Shen Qinghe half leaning against the head of the bed, with the door wide open, her hands wandering on her soft breasts and her delicate pussy, and her lips kept calling his name.
She was really immersed in the guise and didn't realize that Zhou Jing had arrived at her.
Her hands were covered by Zhou Jing, who used his skillful twisting technique to replace her awkwardness.
The warm breath was circling on Shen Qinghe's auricle.
Can you feel comfortable like this?
She was so scared that she opened her eyes, and her other hand stopped moving, but she didn't know whether she should exit her pussy.
Shen Qinghe's little face was flushed.
She was hit by Zhou Jing the first time she masturbated, which was somewhat embarrassing.
Why are you back?
Why did you stop? I will teach you.
Zhou Jing took her earlobe in her mouth and fiddled with her nipples as he used to play with her.
Shen Qinghe's earlobe was originally cold, but after being wrapped in Zhou Jing's warm oral cavity, the coldness disappeared.
The sound of licking and fiddling in my ears became clearer.
Miss me, huh?
I just miss you, your tone, how do you say it seems like I miss you every day?
In fact, it’s not just a common miss, but a lot of miss.
She missed him so hard that she was thinking about it.
When Zhou Jing didn't go home three days ago, she was very happy and thought she could finally rest for a few days. When he didn't go home to sleep on the sixth day, she couldn't help it and even had the idea of going to find him, but she held it back.
Until the 20th day, she was so empty that she wanted to comfort herself with her pillow and her fingers. This was the first time she solved it on her own, but she didn't expect to be hit by him.
It turns out that I just miss me normally, but I miss you very much, so let me kiss you.
The kiss did not fall on Shen Qinghe's lips, but went to the protrusion on her chest.
You seem to want me to kiss you more.
He said this and then fell down some kisses.
The fine kiss covered the two tits of breasts on her chest. He kissed so hard that he didn't even stretch his tongue, but Shen Qinghe felt that these kisses could make her flood more than before.
Do you want me to come in or teach you how to use your hands?Zhou Jing gave the choice.
Shen Qinghe pulled her finger away from her lower body. She anxiously pushed up Zhou Jing's clothes tied around her waist, and her voice was anxious: Come in, brother, come in.
The long-lost chuckle made Shen Qinghe feel a little confused. She heard Zhou Jing say, "I haven't taken off my pants yet, please help me take them off."
Shen Qinghe wanted to say that she couldn't untie the belt with her mouth, so she opened her mouth. Zhou Jing seemed to see what she was going to say, but she didn't wear a belt today.
When you say this, it seems like you are prepared.
The two of them have been naked for many times, but they just used their mouths to help take off their pants, which should not be a problem for her.
Shen Qinghe lay on Zhou Jing's crotch with her butt sticking out. He wore ordinary trousers today, with buttons on both sides, and it was hard to see whether there was a zipper in the middle.
Shen Qinghe bit the button on the left side of Zhou Jing's pants and wanted to pull it out, but she couldn't pull it out.
Be gentle, be good, these pants are in a complete set, and you will have to wear them in a few days to attend the banquet.
It means you can't pull the buttons.
Shen Qinghe had to hold the button and the button mouth in her mouth and tried to press the button out with the tip of her tongue. However, the hole was too small. Before she could press the button out, her lips and tongue kissed Zhou Jing's waist.
Good, but I haven’t taken off my pants yet. What does kiss my waist mean?
She muttered: I didn't mean it.
Having said that, she repeated what she had just done, and then a button finally came out.
Zhou Jing naturally moved to the right, and Shen Qinghe bit his other button. The button was not as tight as the button on the right, and she untied it all at once.
Shen Qinghe bit his waist and pulled it down. When Zhou Jing's clone jumped out, his palm slapped Shen Qinghe's white tender buttocks. The beaten white buttocks were like her breasts, and light red fingerprints were printed.
She looked up at Zhou Jing, held his clone, and opened and closed her lips: Can you not come in?
That's what you said you were going to come in.
Don't come in, I want to eat you, you spank me.
When she said I wanted to eat you, she licked her crystal urethra, and when she said that she was hit, she took Zhou Jing's palm and slapped her where she had been hit.
Her words were like requests and commands.
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