Chapter 25: Love H (carpet play kneeling)

Shen Qinghe was a little tired after doing it only once.

Zhou Jing was still as fierce as a tiger. He picked up Shen Qinghe and walked to the bed. Shen Qinghe leaned against his arms. His heartbeat pounded, and it hit Shen Qinghe's ears forcefully.

I'm so tired.

Shen Qinghe, who had just experienced a sexual matter, had a weak voice. Her voice was as light as cotton, and now she sounded even weaker.

I said it, don't try to escape later.Zhou Jing's powerful hands imprisoned Shen Qinghe, and she couldn't move.

Don't go to bed.Shen Qinghe's voice was almost unheard.

Zhou Jing: What?

Shen Qinghe: I said, don’t go to bed.

The bed was shaky and she wanted to change it.

He asked with a smile: Where to go, the front hall?

……

Funny you.

She knew he was teasing her, but her heart still beat violently.

After all, there are many servants in the front hall at this time.

Zhou Jing put Shen Qinghe on the carpet, and the furry carpet only made Shen Qinghe's naked back itch.

The ground is dirty.

But you don't say where you are going.

If you don’t dress me, I can’t go out even if I want to.

It's troublesome to wear clothes, and I'll take it off later.

Shen Qinghe couldn't hold on anymore. She pinched Zhou Jing's waist and snorted: You're just lazy.

Zhou Jing grabbed the little hand that pinched his waist and put it on his mouth and kissed him: Why are you wronged me?If I am lazy, who is the one who has worked hard just now?Could it be that I am in your hallucination?

When she mentioned the word hallucination, she had a layer of redness on her face.

Zhou Jing refused to forgive her and said: Ah, I haven’t asked you yet, did I fuck you out of hallucination just now?

Of course, it is impossible to answer directly, and Shen Qinghe replaced her answer with a deep kiss.

It doesn't matter whether she has hallucinations or not. What's important is that she is not that tired now, and he wants to have another happy sex.

Zhou Jing grabbed Shen Qinghe's waist and rolled to the side. She screamed, and her lower body softened and sat on Zhou Jing's waist.

Fortunately, she supported her hands on both sides and did not fall on Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing felt a clear liquid flowing out from his waist and abdomen. He moved his hands down to hold Shen Qinghe's buttocks, and the delicate and white buttocks overflowed between his fingers.

You seem to like it very much...

Shen Qinghe continued to say between her lips:

You seem to like pinching your butt.

Zhou Jing increased his strength a little more, but Shen Qinghe didn't feel the pain, she just felt that she had received Zhou Jing's desire.

I also like to pinch your breasts and eat your breasts.

She asked: Why?

Zhou Jing suddenly let go and touched Shen Qinghe's snow breasts. The snow breasts were soothed that they trembled up and down, and the breasts were waving.

Shen Qinghe heard Zhou Jing say: Every time you pinch these parts, you will get wet.

His words were like a reminder. She didn't feel honey liquid flowing in her vagina just now. When Zhou Jing said this, she realized that the honey liquid in her vagina was flowing out with no sense of restraint.

I'm usually wet.

When Shen Qinghe was moved, she was speechless and often spoke astonishingly.

Then I have to check it carefully.He aggravated the word "normal" and thought Shen Qinghe was blaming him for having sex too few times.

Zhou Jing grabbed her tender breasts and rubbed them up and down, as if he could make Shen Qinghe feel the pleasure of being licked and bitten without using his tongue.

Come forward and be good.

Shen Qinghe thought he asked her to sit up a little, so she moved her tender buttocks, and the love juice left a trace on Zhou Jing's abdominal muscles.

Go a little further.

Shen Qinghe has now reached the middle position between her waist and chest. She needs to spread her thighs to move further. She doesn't know what to do for a moment.

Zhou Jing saw her hesitation, so he reminded Shen Qinghe: Just like the action I did when I fucked you from behind.

Walking like... like a wild dog?

She knelt on the carpet with her knees and moved forward step by step. Only one of her tender breasts was shaking, and the other was controlled by Zhou Jing.

Ha...is it like this?Shen Qinghe endured the pleasure in her chest, upholding her rationality as much as possible, and making her voice sound calm.

Unfortunately, the more she did this, the more trembling her voice became.

This trembling voice sounded like Zhou Jing was just a signal of courtship.

Her falling breasts were already shaking in front of Zhou Jing's eyes. Zhou Jing naturally would not let go of the tempting and delicious food in front of him. He turned his head and only held one nipple in his mouth.

Perhaps because Zhou Jing didn't drink water for a while, his lips were a little dry. The dry lips rubbed against Shen Qinghe's areola, which made Shen Qinghe feel that his vaginal fluid was surging.

Come down, be good, I can't eat your milk.Zhou Jing licked Shen Qinghe's nipples, but his calm voice made people feel a little confused.

Shen Qinghe originally had his palms on the ground, but now he had his elbows pressed on the ground. The sudden sinking also made Zhou Jing eat the tender breasts he wanted to eat.

Have you eaten, have you eaten?Shen Qinghe asked intentionally.

Seeing that she was so playful, Zhou Jing sucked and spitted the soft flesh on her chest and said in disappointment: It seems that I haven't eaten it. If you lower it, maybe it's enough.

Can't be lower.

Can be lower.

After saying this, he pressed his hand behind Shen Qinghe. With just a gentle press, he buried it between Shen Qinghe's breasts and licked it left and right, enjoying the sweetness between Shen Qinghe's breasts.

Zhou Jing grabbed Shen Qinghe's left breast and left a tooth mark on her grabbed tender breast.

Now I've eaten.

Shen Qinghe's brain was empty, and her only feeling now was that her left breast was extremely happy. Zhou Jing teased and fiddled with her nipples indiscriminately, but this disorder made her feel happy.

Well...ha, Zhou Jing.

Change the name.

elder brother.

Um.

Her fingers were inserted between Zhou Jing's wet black hair, and her tone was sticky.

You eat it and I'll go down there.