Chapter 21 Young Marshal H (bookshelf play, breastfeeding, walking and fucking)

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Shen Qinghe's voice was not loud, and she said only a few numbers, but these short five words made Zhou Jing feel deafening.

Zhou Jing wiped her lower buttocks and pinched her white buttocks with his big hands.

Do you really have to kiss the milk?

His voice was already impatient.

Shen Qinghe sucked his earlobe, and a soft sound came into his ears: It is okay to suck out milk.

Zhou Jing's earlobe looked solid, but he was extremely sensitive to it, just like Shen Qinghe's waist and under her breasts.

When she wrapped his earlobes, if Shen Qinghe was willing to look down at the swollen and upright genitals between his crotch, she would find that the thick blue veins were beating, and the genitals were also purple by her words: sucking out milk.

Shen Qinghe climbed upwards, her breasts were placed on Zhou Jing's shoulders. From the side, Zhou Jing was as intoxicated as if he was burying his chest to absorb nutrients.

Yuanyuan, if you do this, I can’t kiss you or suck your milk.

Zhou Jing let go of his hand and pinched Shen Qinghe's tender breasts. Her left buttocks were less support. Shen Qinghe was afraid that she would fall down, so she hugged Zhou Jing tightly and prevented him from leaving the middle of her two breasts.

Zhou Jing grabbed one snow breast and began to ravage and rub it, while the other snow breast that was not rubbed was licked by him tilting his head to the smooth area. A large piece of water stain was licked from his snow-white tender breasts.

Shen Qinghe used her legs to measure her narrow waist to open her vagina, and the vaginal fluid could no longer be locked by her. The vaginal fluid flowed on Zhou Jing's urethra, and the little vaginal fluid also flowed down the gully, and every place that flowed through was an unbearable burning sensation.

I don't want to use my hands today.Zhou Jing grabbed the ravaged white breasts and sent them to his mouth.

The delicate pink nipples were sucking in and out of his mouth, and the bright light covered the nipples and areola.

Ha... Then you, come in directly.Shen Qinghe's body sank for a moment and was trapped by Zhou Jing. Her open pussy just touched Zhou Jing's glans, and Zhou Jing stopped this entry.

I can't go in before I sucked my breasts.Zhou Jing kept hiking upwards of Shen Qinghe's breasts, and the two delicate pinks on her chest were bulging and hard.

Shen Qinghe's nipples are not big, but their bulge always makes Zhou Jing have the urge to suck her breasts, so he likes to suck her nipples every time.

At first he thought Shen Qinghe would not like it, but he did it more often. He found that she prefers her nipples to be licked than to fuck her pussy. Later, he let go and try any new tricks on her tender breasts first.

Then... then you suck harder.Shen Qinghe was afraid that one of his sucked out, so she stuffed the other into his mouth, sucking me.

Zhou Jing's tongue swept across her areola and nipples from top to bottom, and the numbness spread throughout her body. She didn't feel like she was breastfed, but she felt the same pleasure as yesterday.

Suck, did you suck it out?She asked.

Zhou Jing's mouth was filled with a little milky fragrance, but he said: Not yet, I'll suck it again.

He sucked a few more times, and the milk entered his mouth again.

She felt like she was breastfed now. Shen Qinghe rubbed the furry head on her chest and whispered softly: You, come in, it seems to have sucked it out.

Zhou Jing became greedy.

He didn't want to care about the swelling of his lower body, he just wanted to suck all her milk now.

He sucked his nipples over and over again, his wet tongue pressed against Shen Qinghe's nipples, and the tip of his tongue tried to touch her areola.

Hah... come in, don't, don't suck.

Shen Qinghe has been calming her body. She wants him to enter her now, and it is best to press her on the bookshelf and on the desk to fuck her hard.

She used to be called and heard that there was a disease that would make her hungry and thirst if she didn't get into a room for a day. At that time, she cursed the people who had this disease in her heart that they were too ignorant of the test.

But when she competed with Zhou day and night, she felt that she was the sick person who was ignorant of the test.

She thought that perhaps venting her desires was not to be ignorant of the truth, but to tell each other in the most primitive and direct way that they love each other and are an indispensable part of each other.

Zhou Jing could accurately find her hole without observing.

The penis directly penetrated into her vagina, and with a pussy sound, a lot of vaginal fluid splashed out from the mouth of her vagina.

He thrust her pussy, and the impact of the collision made the books on the bookshelf shaking.

This is not the first time Shen Qinghe has been fucked by him.

The feeling of being held and fucked was different from when he was on the bed. When he was held and fucked, Shen Qinghe felt that her flower heart had become deeper, and Zhou Jing's penis also became thicker and longer. The end point of every stroke he pushed was her most sensitive place.

Shen Qinghe's vagina squeezed Zhou Jing's genitals, and the tight flesh wall squirmed on the ravines of the penis. The squirming feeling made Zhou Jing tighten his teeth and made him thrust more than a dozen times.

Zhou Jing gently patted Shen Qinghe's butt.

Good, put your legs down.

lay down?

You stand on the ground.

She was sore after being fucked. Shen Qinghe was afraid that her legs would become weak, so she said worriedly: I'm afraid I can't stand firm...

Zhou Jing kissed Shen Qinghe's red lips and said softly: I'll support you.

With Zhou Jing's promise, Shen Qinghe stood on the ground with the pain in enduring the pain, and then she realized why Zhou Jing asked her to stand.

Their lower bodies were still intertwined, and Zhou Jing's knees were slightly bent, but he was already tall. Even if Shen Qinghe stood up straight, his erect genitals would only go deeper than when he was hugging and fucking.

you……

Zhou Jing surrounded Shen Qinghe's willow waist, driving her to move slowly step by step.

Every step of their movement pulls each other's genitals, he's going deeper, and she's shrunk.

But after only walking more than ten steps, Shen Qinghe was a little embarrassed. She hung it hard on Zhou Jing's body, her legs became weak, and she said she didn't want to leave.

In normal times, Zhou Jing would definitely follow Shen Qinghe's wishes and ask her to choose a location, and the two of them continued to turn the place she chose.

But he doesn't want to do it now.

He thought he had seen such an extreme expression on Shen Qinghe's face.

Her face was painful and forbearable, but her eyes seemed to say: Fuck me to death.

That look was too lustful and confusing.

He is willing to drown in this vortex of lust in this life.

Zhou Jing pressed Shen Qinghe's buttocks, and his waist and hips exerted force, violently thrusting and thrusting. White foam splashed everywhere at the intersection, and Shen Qinghe's pair of delicate breasts were also rippling with breast waves.

He heard Shen Qinghe's moan.

She also heard Zhou Jing's low gasp.

Ah, Zhou Jing...brother...young, young man...ha, cum, shot in...the same as before...

Good, call me Young Marshal again, okay?

Young marshal.

His Bai Zhuo came out with the young man.

He all shot into Shen Qinghe's flower hole.