Women are in front and men are in the back. The white sofas of different lengths are like mahjong tiles pressed by God. I can't tell you where the light on the balcony comes from. There is a touch of yellow innocence, and the picture has a bit of a movie texture.
There seems to be light in the distance, and no matter how far it is, it is a hazy white, as if clouds and mist are surrounded.
The woman twisted her waist and swayed her hips, and her feet were light, and the camera shivered a little more pleasant.
There were a few ripples of ripples on one corner of the ceiling, dull and blurry, but a bright light blue color was still vaguely visible.
The curtains on the left side of the glass wall were closed, and what was happening inside was obvious.
The carpet was off-white and looked soft. The two of them walked on it without making any noise.
Woman barefoot.
After passing through most of the wall, the camera suddenly turned, followed by a black and thick flesh snake that popped up from bottom to top into the picture. The head like a goose egg swayed a few times and drooped again. The man seemed to have improvised and said, "It was probably the toad skill."
Such a wonderful performance, the woman on the side just cut it.
As I guessed, the target was indeed the small European-style window, with a square bottom and an arc shape on top, just the size of a laptop.
The man went up a few times and the window popped out, and the window frame was indeed vermilion red.
There is another layer inside. It took some effort this time. It took half a minute before a orange light beam carefully penetrated the gap two fingers wide and hit the face.
There were also sounds, heavy breathing, cheerful orchestral music, subtle friction, and occasional pops.
For no reason, my throat was a little tight.
The light in the room is thick, but not dim. A white couch is clearly visible in the swaying gap, with some clothes scattered on it. The first thing to do is a gray-white robe, which is probably the same as the one on the photographer.
To be honest, I have only seen the stool at the end of the bed in foreign movies. After asking for it, no one knew the purpose. If it weren't for Chen Yao's later confession, I wouldn't have known until today that this is a famous ordinary furniture.
The woman did not express anything about the above scene. Instead, the man habitually sprayed a gust of air from his nostrils. Then he stretched out his hand and slowly widened the gap a little.
Before the man's hand left, the mosaic poked a corner of the screen, and I felt that the camera might be on her shoulder.
In the slowly unfolding scroll, there is first a smooth little foot, then another three feet, four legs, and a thin butt in motion, and then downwards the waist. After that, it is useless to let the camera shake left and right, push close and pull away.
The two obviously hugged each other. The one who knelt on the bed, raised his toes, curled his legs like a toad. Even though his skin was fair and his thighs were sparse, the two fleshy white legs spread out and gently shaking on his side naturally belonged to women.
The thin butt was thrusting slowly, and the man made a breathing sound similar to that of a dog when dissipating heat, which was a bit funny. However, the next second, there was a sudden pop in the room, like a leather squeezing through the toilet, which was particularly loud.
This pop was five or six times mixed with gasps and a male whisper like a loss of mind, one louder than another.
The woman who was deeply trapped in the white bed also hummed twice, put her right leg on the man's waist, and soon slid down and wrapped around her thighs.
The man still had a lot of pleasure and then took a long breath, and his thin butt began to thrust faster. Maybe it was sometimes deep and sometimes shallow. With an accidental bang, the woman shook off and murmured.
After watching this for a while, as the woman turned her face, the two outside suddenly burst into laughter. The woman bent down to cover her mouth, and the man was humming, and those who didn't know would think he was crying.
The camera trembled and left the window. I didn't know where it was. In short, when I was shaking and swaying, I was filled with huge mosaics.
The woman squatted on the ground, rubbed her head under the man's crotch, and then she grabbed a thick black guy from the gray-white hem. Every time she sucked for a while, the little green onion hand would hold the stick and slap it on her face a few times, slapping and panting.
I don’t know if this is a performance or a true love expression. Anyway, my second brother pushed up his jeans, and I was surprised that there was such a way to play in the world.
It was like a cold, the man sniffed from time to time. He held his stomach straight and poked a stick out of his gray-white nightgown, which looked extremely strange.
After a while, the woman put out her breasts and moved her left and right. The man reached out to catch her and was slapped back by her. At the same time, she knelt on the ground, raised her chest and leaned on the stick. Soon, the lucky dick was clamped by two balls of white meat and rubbed back and forth. I couldn't help but be stunned. If I had never seen the world, it was really the same as in the pornographic film.
But after all, the height is wrong. The man was squatting against the wall, probably not feeling well. Although he hummed several times in his enjoyment and cooperation.
After a sudden crackling indoors, there was only heavy breathing left. During this period, the woman hummed a few times, probably biting something in her mouth.
More than ten seconds later, when the meat stick left the breasts and slapped between a ball of mosaics, a man's laughter came from inside, very fast, like a tight string.
The woman seemed to mutter, but there were few words and couldn't hear it clearly.
For another ten seconds, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in my ears, soft, like a sieve of sand, accompanied by a low cello, which was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes far and sometimes close. When it was lately, I felt that it might be at the window.
The two outside stopped moving, so the man simply squatted down, the curled black hair on his legs continued to enlarge in front of his eyes, and the small green hands wrapped around the big glans and did not loosen. In his depressed breathing, the blue veins seemed to be constantly jumping. From this angle, I realized that the erect male reproductive organ was as upturned as a scimitar.
The footsteps gradually drifted away, disappeared, and then the woman sounded again, and then she said in surprise, half dragging her tone, and her voice was round.
The little green onion pinched the black purple goose egg with his hands, and the swollen flesh edges were constantly flattened and then bounced up.
The photographer took a breath and stroked the white thighs opposite without wishing to be outdone.
But they are closed and do not intend to break up.
The man said hey, as if he was going to take some extraordinary measures.
At this moment, there was a rustling sound inside, and suddenly there was a crisp sound.
Then another sound, accompanied by the long breath of the man.
The two outside the window stumbled a little and laughed out loud.
The woman stood up gently and stretched her head to look.
The picture swayed and when I returned to the window, the man and woman turned their backs to the camera, revealing the overall picture.
The woman knelt on the bed with her head hanging down, her butt sticking out, her thighs gathered together, her knees turned out, and her pair of small feet drooped on the edge of the bed, shaking several times with the rhythm. The man stood on the ground, with his legs wide open in a large shape, holding the willow waist in front of him with his left hand, touched the dog's hair with his right hand and put it on the back of his head. His tight hips were thrust up and down, rubbing up and down, left and right, looking at ease.
Obviously he is a young man with a big head, with long legs, thin waist, narrow hips, and strong hips. In addition to the second and fourth brachial brachials on his arms and thighs, the muscles between the waist, hips and back are also clearly visible during exercise.
As for the hairstyle, it is roughly split. The hair on the front is quite long. I guess it can cover my eyes. It is similar to the Dongfang Shenqi or a dick thing. Fortunately, it is just washed, cut and blown, and not dyed and bleached. It has become popular in recent years. This kind of Japanese and Korean idol hairstyle that is derived from gorgeous rock is rare.
It may be an angle problem. Although it is closer to the end of the bed, only four-fifths of the two people's bodies are seen. The camera is shaking around, and the right side is always covered by a touch of black.
Like a rocking chair, she shaking her head slowly. Occasionally, when she arched her body and grinded her hips, she turned into a human-shaped gecko. It was at this point that the woman would hum a few times without a sound, and her little heels on the edge of the bed shook gently like a conditioned reflex of her straight thighs.
I don't know if it's pain or pleasure.
She is very white, with tender skin and tender flesh, wide hips and fat buttocks. The arc that spreads from her waist to her thighs is not vague under the cover. The shadow between her legs is dense and lush, and you can see the black hair from a distance.
As the camera advances, a piece of rubber wrapped in a rubber ring is in and out of a ball of black and red soft flesh. From time to time, a touch of bright red flesh color will be turned up, and the hairy testicles will be bulging, and it will be like a waving fist when it is swinging.
To be honest, I was frightened by the sight, although I couldn't say where the shock and jump came from.
I couldn't even tell whether the two people in front of me were the same pair in the surveillance video. They looked a bit similar, but not very similar. For example, women's hair was much shorter and roughly slid over their armpits.
After a few glances, the woman turned her face and then began to sway gently with her breasts on her left upper arm.
The man took a breath, and the picture shook in the noise, and the white wrists and black purple goose egg flashed by. Soon, the woman raised her face and snorted lightly.
It took only one or two minutes to make the two of them panting lightly, silently, only the breasts in the middle of their vision and the sometimes-discrete moans indoors trembled continuously. The slender nipples flashed with bright colors, like a little finger, almost poked on my face.
After all, the man couldn't help it, so he raised his hand and patted the woman's butt. The latter smiled and said something.
Then, there was another passionate kiss, and these two people always had no time to distinguish between occasions and endlessly.
Fortunately, they separated after a moment. The woman walked around and returned to the same place, and bent down.
As the nightgown was lifted, the white butt appeared in front of me again.
The man pinched his fat buttocks twice, then squatted down and put his face up. I guess yes, the camera wandered around in the shadows and simply stuck to the carpet. Except for half of the forefoot and one heel, he could only see a piece of old banana swaying around. Almost at the same time, the man sniffed, and accordingly, the woman breathed a light breath.
In less than a minute, with the man's increasingly rapid breathing sound and two sudden bursts of sounds, the heel of the foot finally fell to the ground after constantly tiptoing and twisting.
The woman rolled down her throat and murmured, then gasped for a while, until the man was stroking her dick and getting up with a smile, she couldn't recover.
I felt that I had gained some knowledge. The patterns of the chrysanthemums were clearly visible, but the bottom was dark. The labia majora were extremely thick. The labia minora were wrapped in it and vaguely spit out two shiny laces. The man stretched out his thumb to break it, but failed. He simply let go of his hand and stroked it on the meat stick.
I thought this guy would whip his white ass nervously again, but unfortunately he didn't. He poked it to the end and the woman's neck was tilted.
Like inside, the outside is not too slow. The DV takes pictures of close-ups and long-range scenes, but I, an audience member, was dizzy.
After returning from the toilet, I dragged it back for two consecutive periods. In fact, Chen Yao called me before and asked where I was. I said I was looking up the information, and I was furious. I couldn't tell what was wrong with me.
The man finally speeded up, but he was careful and did not dare to make a sound. However, after a small parted head muttered something, the slap suddenly rang out and became louder and louder.
The woman screamed twice and soon turned into a vague hum.
When the camera shook back to the window, the first thing that was the male's tight butt was the tight buttocks. He bent his knees slightly, his hands stuck his waist in front of him, and his waist and hips were thrusting quickly and straight like a puppet lifting, just like trembling.
The woman's knees were together, her feet were slightly raised, and her face was buried on the bed. She could vaguely see a black hair and her hand holding the quilt, and her right breast, which was hanging beside her, was swaying happily in the impact.
The orange lights are still cello music. I have heard this song, "Moon River", which Hepburn sang in "Tiffany's Breakfast", but the melodious and sad melody is too contrasted with the current wild beast-like carnal rhythm.
The two outside were also panting. The man paused, and the picture swayed away from the window, and then put most of the triangle area into the field of view. It was probably put on the wall, but unfortunately it was not very stable. After shaking a few times in the huge friction sound, the camera fell all the way with the man's throat rolling. When it swept to the gray carpet and the white wall, it stopped moving.
As an audience member, I was abandoned in the corner with it.
The movement continues.
Like a competition, the breathing of the men and women beside them became more and more rapid, but there was no other sound except for the occasional indescribable gurgle.
To be honest, it makes me feel uncomfortable for them.
In contrast, the sounds inside the room became more and more unscrupulous, as if they were dubbing outside. Although it became a little blurred, it was undoubtedly a storm.
The thunderstorm didn't take long, and it might be less than a minute. The slap suddenly stopped, and the woman groaned like inertia, and then she had a heavy breath.
The two outside probably had to work harder. The woman didn't know that the man tried his best to adjust his breathing. He was so rude that if this guy didn't have pharyngeal anthraxia, he would be an old smoker.
After a moment, there was a slight sound inside, and then there was a sound of footsteps, and there was so much water.
Suddenly a male voice said, with a panting force, these words fell apart when they were separated from their mouths.
I couldn't hear the female voice.
The steps stopped and moved for a while, and when I stopped again, I said, "There is so much water, it's still Pinghai dialect. I laughed at it after the end, it was dry.
I have to admit that it sounds familiar.
Before the laughter came, a loud bang, and the little parted head sniffed.
Then there was a rustling sound, and the woman smacked her lips and let out a long sigh.
I vaguely heard her aloud, but it turned into a surprised Ah in a sudden crisp sound.
I thought the female voice would say something, but there was nothing.
Soon, there were two more snaps, one lighter and one heavy, and the sound was much louder, and the female voice couldn't help but groaned.
At this moment, the woman who had almost disappeared smiled reflexively, and then she said again after a moment.
Like in the previous video, the man's breathing is always light and heavy, even if the breathing has stabilized, within a while, the camera slowly rises in this breath with a very personal characteristic.
A hint of green light was hooked at the bottom of the snow-white waves on the wall, and it reflected from me from where it hit, like a ghost fire.
In the swaying scene, Xiaopian half-bowed his body, holding his dick and poked it quickly between the woman's crotch. It was unclear whether he had entered, but then he raised his left hand and palmed his fat buttocks, without any ambiguity.
With the crisp sound of the bang, the woman's slender waist trembled, and the round curves on her hips trembled. Her face was buried in her arms without saying a word.
I don't know if this guy is used to this, but I still couldn't help but sniff.
Xiaobian followed suit and sucked it. Then he stroked the dog's hair and bowed to spread the fat white buttocks in front of him.
He stared motionlessly for a few seconds until he stuttered in front of him. He squatted straight down and buried his face in.
The woman seemed to arch her waist and no other expressions were expressed.
For a moment, only men and women outside the house were breathing indescribable breath.
The breasts drooped on the bed, and a touch of black seemed to overflow under the armpits. The willow waist was collapsed, and the round contour below looked even more and more huge and fleshy.
I felt that the male's head was moving slightly, but I was not sure. His semi-lung stance looked extremely funny.
After a while, like an asthma attack, Xiaopian breathed a few breaths. Then, the scrubbing and blowing his head trembled without a doubt. After a sucking sound like drinking batter, there were a series of loud pops. He nodded his head like pounding garlic, and kneaded the fat white and soft flesh on his buttocks hard. After about a dozen strokes, he pierced his head and lost his voice.
During the above process, the woman just shook her feet with her waist and started to inhale violently, making a sound after a while, and sobbing.
Maybe twenty seconds later, she raised her face and shouted, sharp, but a little hoarse, and her two little feet on the edge of the bed were also folded and raised, shaking like a spasm several times before she drooped weakly.
Xiaobian finally straightened his waist. He gasped, stroked his hair, and wiped his face exaggeratedly.
The woman's entire upper body collapsed onto the bed, and she hummed several times while panting, as if she was muttering to her dreams.
The sometimes light and sometimes heavy breathing reappeared, accompanied by a shush.
The woman smiled and tsk, but the ending sound turned into a soft hum.
The camera swayed rhythmically, the two people in the window appeared and disappeared, with their heads spread out on their waists, and the soft body finally fell down.
Not long after, the familiar snap sounded again.
The woman let out a light cry unexpectedly.
Is it sexy or not?!
Pinghai dialect is very loud, but the ending sound is a little confused, as if he was spraying blood in his mouth under a heavy blow.
Soon, another bang, and the male voice ummed out a decent look.
The rhythm of the camera shaking finally slowed down a little. The woman was kneeling on her knees, holding her waist with her head apart. The latter stepped on the bed with one foot and tilted her body, like a tilted willow.
This fan was just over a dozen times, crisp and loud, and every time a woman would groan.
Her face was buried in the bed, her butt was raised high, and the petals of her left buttock that were occasionally exposed under the orange light seemed to be red. I don’t know if this was my own illusion, but I even felt that I could see the wet ochre red flesh through the washing and tearing.
Later, the man stabbed in again, started to thrust, first holding his butt, and leaned on his back for a while, holding his two breasts.
The testicles slapped the red meat in the shadows, causing a crisp noise, which made people feel itchy in their hearts.
The hair of the small parted head is sparse, but there are a few curly long hairs on the testicles, like a beard, which is indescribable.
Only then did I realize that the music disappeared without a trace.
The woman always buried her head and hummed lightly, only her feet were tucked together under the young long legs, and she twisted gently whenever a shadow swept to her heel.
Further down, the snow-white bed cover is like a breathing lung lobe, continuously supporting clusters of orange light and shadow, shiny and gray, like a stage special effect created by someone.
I suddenly felt that this video was too long.
The breathing outside the window became heavier and the camera trembled a lot more violently, but the body contact was always cautious.
It can be said that apart from feeling sorry for the photographer's arm, my only thought is that the two of them can have a happy and exciting shot.
Not long after the white butt returned to the picture, they stopped immediately with a sudden bang in the ripples of the white flesh.
The movement inside continued, and the female voice became sharp, as if it was squeezed out hard.
The man sighed, but the next second, the camera slipped and flipped in the whistling wind. Fortunately, he was caught back by a big hand.
The woman smiled, but apart from breathing, the two of them did not move any longer.
The man seemed to be sitting on the ground, facing the carpet, barefoot, and guardrail, sweeping over the woman's legs from bottom to top, and finally the white lantern hanging from the ceiling was the eyes.
There were a few ripples faintly flashing on the right side of the lantern. Further out, it seemed like a piece of transparent glass connected to the corner of the wall, which I couldn't say well.
At this moment, the room also stopped strangely, and there was a rustling sound in its breath, which was a bit terrible.
After about ten seconds, with a small part of his head muttering, the movement began again.
The slap became thick and rapid, and the woman gasped and made a rhythmic whimper, short but melodious.
The man mumbled a few more times, and then started humming, accompanied by a string of intermittent Ah. Only then did I realize that he was mumbling just now was slutty or not.
In less than a minute, there was only heavy breathing left in my ears.
The woman laughed, and the camera turned and pointed it at the butt under her nightgown. This time it was very stable.
After a while, after a bang, the sound of footsteps sounded inside the room, and something bang, the sound of water flowing.
He seemed to have taken a few sips, and he was so suffocated that he was lyrical.
Then he poured another cup, and the footsteps went from far to near, and then became far away. I think he might have forgotten to press the bottle plug.
Soon, Xiaobian said um.
The voice of women was not captured.
Just come a little less.
He moved a few more steps, Pinghai dialect, and the voice became more and more familiar.
The woman didn't say anything, and the male voice simply disappeared.
After a while, it must take about ten seconds. Xiaopian said aloud, with a thick voice, quite angry, extremely impatient.
The woman outside the window smiled again. She wrapped her nightgown tightly and owed her waist. The man tickled, and the former ignored him.
Five or six seconds later, there was a rustling sound. The woman seemed to have a light breath, sniffed her head and walked for a few steps, but she didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, she would have a string of gudong Gudong, and she let out a long breath.
I can't say whether this is a sigh or not.
Xiaobian also followed suit, and he vomited three times. He probably felt humorous and laughed.
No response from women was heard.
When the camera moved up again, the white body was spread in front of me without any warning, with her face slightly lateral, her soft and round facial features vaguely visible between the wet hair, her arms were naturally stretched, and her white milk was like two buns. Her straight nipples pulled out a shadow and slid across the soft sphere. Then, her flat belly was gently undulating, her right leg was ridged, her left leg was stretched straight and drooping on the edge of the bed. There were thick black hair in the shadow and a plump ochre red soft flesh. I stared at it for a long time, and my dick became harder and harder.
It’s hard to say if it’s an illusion. Under the orange light, her body flashed with a slightly transparent pink, like a piece of pastry that was about to melt.
There was an extra tray of paper at the end of the bed, and a narrow black and red mesh gauze was exposed in the corner of the upper left quilt. As for whether it was underwear, I couldn't say it was.
Some more?
The man suddenly asked, "He was gudong and gudong before, maybe he was bored again."
No sound.
In fact, the body was still moving.
After a moment, with a slight sound of footsteps, a small parted head appeared in the camera with one hand on his hips, and he stroked his crotch while walking. The dick was quite long, and it was unclear whether the condom was smoothed out. Anyway, a piece of the root was exposed, and the thickness was average, which might be worse than mine, but the glans was huge, and it was bulging exaggeratedly and strangely, and it looked like a mace hammer from a distance.
I thought he had just finished, but now it seems that he is thinking too much.
The drooping dog hair flashed past the swaying side face. I felt familiar and even couldn't help but tremble.
I even hesitated to step back, but for some reason, I didn't take action.
Xiaobian's head was crossed to the camera for a while, after finishing, he stroked his hair and squatted between his crotch that was open with the front half.
He leaned over and took a deep breath.
Like a conditioned reflex, the fleshy white legs suddenly shook, clamping his head. At the same time, the woman looked up at her face, as if she wanted to support her body.
Unfortunately, the reaction of washing, scissors and blowing was faster. He spread his legs like a leopard and rushed onto the bed.
Maybe it was a lighting problem, the rubber ring looked pink, and the straight dick scraped over the knees, slid over the thighs, and finally pressed against the base of the plump legs.
During the whole process, the woman had only had time to whine.
Xiaofen arched his head straight on his cheek and rubbed it for a long time, and gradually, his breathing sounded from time to time.
The woman dodged and waved her head. She could vaguely see her raise her hand and put it down again. A hint of flush rose on her fair and plump face as if she was drunk.
I tried my best to see that face clearly, but my heart couldn't help but thrive.
As expected, a few whispers soon came, probably because the man was pressed to death, and the woman didn't hide at all. Instead, she grabbed his elbow with a small hand and pinched it again and again.
Fortunately, within a few seconds, Xiaobian retreated his mouth. The two of them gasped, but they didn't move for a long time until the camera shook. With a chuckle outside the window, he scratched and said: There is a ski resort in the back mountain.
mandarin.
Although he didn't know what this meant, he did say so, every word was clear.
The woman didn't say anything, but let out a light breath, let go of her hand and fell back to the bed.
Anyway, it’s not necessary to look at you... Halfway through, he scratched the dog’s hair, then touched the woman’s chest and rubbed it.
The latter tickled.
His response was to stab it down, suck it all over the left and right.
This guy is obviously a left-handed.
After a while, the bare hand slid all the way down, slid straight into the woman's crotch.
Of course, her body trembled and then clamped her legs.
But this did not hinder the small parting movement. He shook his left hand while holding the penis and swung it on his lower abdomen on his side. Maybe it was, at least I heard a slight slap. Then, he leaned over and arched to the woman's right neck. Soon, with a pop, it was extremely crisp. Of course, the idiot was intentional.
The woman leaned slightly and her thighs curled up, but the vague gurgling sound still flowed out like running water.
To be precise, it's not Guji. In short, it's wet. This exaggerated sound effect should be difficult to hear outside the film.
Suddenly, the woman said, "Okay, Mandarin, with a very high tone, as if she was squeezed out of her throat. At the same time, a small hand held the man's arm with a tight hand, probably very hard, and her flesh and blood wrinkled.
She seemed to have done her nails, although the original color could not be seen under the orange light.
Unfortunately, the man's hand did not stop, but instead shook more and more violently. He stuck out his butt and simply hugged the woman's head. He didn't know whether it was a breath or something, but he was humming, probably going to die.
For four or five seconds, she screamed again. Okay, and then slapped the man on the back twice. The latter was still indifferent, but the black hair was smooth on the bed, shaking vigorously.
However, almost the next second, the man said something crazy, and the whole picture was still.
What he said was: Ah.
The woman gasped and after a while, she turned over and rolled back to the bed.
In response to this, the men and women outside the window rarely reacted coldly, and it was difficult to catch other movements except for breathing as usual.
Xiaopian knelt down, buried his head and fiddled for a while, and fucked him when he raised his head.
Then, he turned around and got out of bed and walked around the room. His dick was still sticking out straight and there was no visible damage to the naked eye. What a pity.
The washing, cutting and blowing were indeed very long, and it looked a little flowing. He stroked a few handfuls of his hair and stood in front of the bed. Of course, he did not forget to put his right hand on his hip.
Not to mention anything else, this pussy really has the same figure as a model.
No one spoke for a long time.
The woman curled her legs sideways, her buttocks are very fat, and her hair is vaguely visible.
There is an oil painting mounted on the wall on the side of the bed, which is yellow, black and green. It seems to be a person, but it looks like a wine glass. Whether it is abstractism or cubism, it is probably Picasso's set of things, it's just a terrible look.
Finally, the man sniffed and climbed onto the bed carefully.
He knelt down and touched the woman's shoulder. He said, but the latter did not respond. He raised his elbow and rubbed her back twice, but he still said, "Oh."
The woman still didn't move.
Xiaobian smiled, put his hand in front of her, and leaned over and muttered something.
The woman finally twitched and shook the arm that was resting on her shoulder.
The guy picked up the thrown hand, leaned under his nose and sniffed it, then picked his fingers and reached in front of the woman unyieldingly. If you smell it, he chuckled, he was so slutty.
The woman knocked the hand away again, and did not speak, but turned over and raised her knees to carry him.
The face under the black hair was slightly raised, and the neck was slender and fair. For a moment, I thought she would surface, but in the end I lurked in the boy's thin and strong figure.
Xiaobian leaned back exaggeratedly, then smiled, quickly pressed on it, and squeezed it hard on the white buttocks in front of him.
The woman still didn't respond. But just now, when she raised her legs and knees, her swollen vagina flashed by under the light, and her thick lip rolled up and spit out a touch of bright red tender flesh, which was shiny and murderous eyes.
The man stood behind him several times but didn't go in, so he simply turned over and pushed his legs open, and arched the woman's cheek while placing her hands on her hands and grabbed her breasts after rubbing them.
The woman never said anything until she was blocked and her mouth should be, it was obvious that she whined twice, although she soon hugged her face and hid.
The man lowered his head, took a few breaths, and then pecked on the pretty face, and with a pop, it was like red wine.
I don't know if it was kissing me, but the woman also took a breath and her left hand holding the sheet did not release.
Xiaobian smiled hastily, and took a bite on his left and right breasts one after another, then spread his legs wide and shook his butt.
In the shadow, the huge glans could be vaguely seen sliding across the soft flesh and pressing against its thighs.
So he shook his butt again and said honestly, the result of his butt being quite white and tender was still disappointing.
He then let out a gentle sound, and the tone was dragged long. Then, he reached his left hand into his crotch, slid through the red buttocks, stroked the soft flesh, and finally held the dick and rubbed it on his swollen vagina several times.
Not allowed to enter?The pussy is so tightly clamped.
In Pinghai dialect, bi is very pronounced very heavily, and it doesn’t sound like it normally, but now it feels like a sudden burst of breath, indescribable incongruity.
As he said this, he smiled, giggled, like a duck.
The woman tskated and raised her hand to slap him, slapped him on her left arm, very loudly, almost at the same time, she looked up and hummed.
The little parting hugged the woman, shrugged her face, arched her face against her neck, buried it between her hair, climbed her round shoulder with her right hand, and pinched her breasts with her left hand.
The shadows are like a ray of wind in the movement of the muscles, blowing and squirting. Whenever the thin butt is lifted up, the wet joints will emit a bright color under the light. Whenever the thin butt is smashed down, the fat white butt will cause a wave of flesh to suddenly sweep into the shadow.
This wave was not fast, but it was quite powerful. Every time it was a snap, so that in just a few dozen times, the thing with a pink rubber ring slid out two or three times.
Maybe the second time he slid out, he shook his butt and poked it directly in. With an instant, a thin stream of white foam surged out and flowed onto the red tide's buttocks. In the next slap, it drew a gully and accelerated to flow down until it disappeared on the edge of the fat white arc.
The woman's voice was not loud, but she was quite clear. When Xiaofen tied her neck and held her face tightly, her muffled groan turned into a string of whimpering sounds. The white little hand grabbed the man's elbow again, but could no longer stop the heavy breathing and the gentle moan that quietly shook off in the chirping.
She kept saying several times.
After a long time, the man raised his head, like a dying mule. He said a line, yes, the lines are like acting in a movie. He said in Mandarin: I miss you so much.
Because of breathing, I almost beat every word.
The woman turned her face and didn't make any difference.
Xiaobian then tidied up a few more times, then twisted his butt and stirred it up. I don’t know if it was appropriate to say this. In short, it just polished for a while and poked it twice. The two raised legs made him look like a grasshopper that was flapping his wings and about to fly.
The woman trembled and screamed a few times, and she could no longer stop speaking.
The little parted head arched to his neck again, muttering, like a monk chanting scriptures, and didn't know what to say.
Don't... hold it in.
The woman's voice was sharp and she trembled so hard that she hummed twice.
Pinghai dialect.
My left eyelid leaped wildly for no reason, and I had to throw away the cigarette in my hand.
Very thirsty.
Since when, the woman's right hand was held on the man's waist, her left leg hooked against her tight thighs, and her shaking smooth little feet were stained with a strange pink color under the orange light.
The two outside the window had already started to move. The man's breathing was close to his ears, like a middle-aged and elderly person with thick phlegm in his nose, panting.
The lens is still shaking, but it is much more stable. I don’t know whether it is the rapid progress in photography skills or the mysterious skills that are leading the world, at least it is a good thing for me, as an audience.
As the camera was adjusted back, the white butt appeared in front of him again.
The man held his slender waist for a while, then stroked his buttocks, and reached into the gully and touched it.
It is worth mentioning that women rarely have two waists. This is probably the only person I have seen outside Chen Yao who has a waist. It is said that this thing cannot be practiced and can only be inherited. Of course, I don’t think the waist is so beautiful.
I didn't know what the man was trying to touch, until he lifted his weight and stabbed his index finger into the woman's anus and spun it easily to the end.
To be honest, it’s a bit surprising, just like watching a porn movie.
The victim tskated, raised the camera and the mosaic appeared in the picture. She smacked her lips again, but then she hummed and twisted her butt exaggeratedly.
This is more like a porn movie. I have to admit that my dick is so hard that it explodes.
The indoor movement is naturally in full swing. After a rapid friction sound like a sieve of sand, accompanied by the woman's gentle moan, Xiaopian asked in a hoarse voice: Are you happy?
This was done for four or five times, and every time he had to say um, the woman's answer was a hot moan that slipped across her throat.
When the camera returned to the window, the man pressed his big white legs, his butt moving like a motor. The woman grabbed the bedspread with her left hand and pulled it again and again with struggle.
After doing this for half a minute, Shaved and Blowed for a long time and hugged Yingbai's body tightly. Then his legs curled up and spread apart, and his thin butt fell from top to bottom.
The pace is very fast. Whenever the mushroom head wrapped in rubber film appears and disappears between the tender meat, the meat stick turns and pokes it to the end. Then with a puff, I feel it is louder than the impact of my thighs.
With such intense exercise, this guy's breathing became orderly. He took a breath every two times and then vomited it out twice, which was somewhat similar to the oral and nasal breathing method during medium and long runs.
The woman groaned repeatedly, holding the man's arm with her left hand and holding her right hand on her back. Her fleshy legs were shaking like tentacles. She could vaguely see her face tilted and her neck was straight.
The bed was probably really soft, and when the impact was hit, the two seemed to be about to jump up.
For about a minute or two, the woman screamed twice and then the sound disappeared. She raised her face, hugged the boy tightly, and held her legs high, clamped the pair of sparsely haired thighs, and maybe her butt was thrust under the shadow, and I couldn't tell.
After a while, the breath appeared again. The woman trembled and snorted, and her legs suddenly fell like cicadas sheds wet from the rain.
I don’t know if this is considered orgasm. In short, the man wiped his sweat and rubbed it on the woman’s face for a few times, then continued to thrust.
It was vaguely seen that the left breast was firmly held tightly. As the rhythm was swinging violently, the white breasts slipped out of the tiger's mouth and turned into a pink pagoda. The purple-black spiral seemed to expand into a huge and unparalleled light and shadow.
I don’t know when the intercourse started, and it was mumbled like cream, and even the hairy testicles turned white.
The woman quickly started screaming again, and her arms naturally climbed onto her back. Her fat buttocks and thighs rolled in the impact, and her left calf slipped quietly from the waist.
The breathing of the small parted head also became scattered, and there was no rhythm of the mouth and nose breathing method. I felt that he might die in the next second.
Maybe in less than a few seconds, the woman took a long breath and took several hurdles. The sound was not loud, but she was shaking violently. She kicked her right foot in the bend of her legs, and finally she slid out of the edge of the bed in despair.
The man stopped, gasped for a while, and maybe laughed a few times. For a moment, he reached into his crotch and touched him, then leaned over and stared at the woman for a long time, and then there was a kiss. Is it amazing?
He said hummingly.
However, after the words were finished, he suddenly fucked, and then his thin butt started to move impatiently. At most, for more than ten seconds, he screamed in the woman's muffled groan and then the sound disappeared.
It is undoubtedly true that the white and thin butt rubbed it several times unwillingly.
There was only breathing for a moment.
The men and women outside the window probably had to stop, and the camera turned and pointed at the black shadow under the white wall.
The photographer breathed a few seconds later like a diving, but the woman's breathing was filled with a smile.
After a while, a rustling sound was heard, and Xiaopian said something faintly. He heard the beginning, and the muttering behind him might be in his ear.
The woman was not in a relationship and she breathed for a long time.
Xiaobian smiled, howled, and then dragged his tone for a moment.
When the scene returned to the window, the man sat down on the edge of the bed, holding a knotted condom in his hand. His thin body was shiny under the orange light, and the dick, who had just been in trouble, hung softly between his legs.
The woman lay behind her, slightly tilted, motionless.
The small parted hair was indeed combed with the small parted hair, and the hair in front was indeed very long, so he stroked the long hair and raised his head.
Yes, this guy muttered something, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a rare flash. Even if it flashed, I could not forget the thin and pale face.
There seems to be light in the distance, and no matter how far it is, it is a hazy white, as if clouds and mist are surrounded.
The woman twisted her waist and swayed her hips, and her feet were light, and the camera shivered a little more pleasant.
There were a few ripples of ripples on one corner of the ceiling, dull and blurry, but a bright light blue color was still vaguely visible.
The curtains on the left side of the glass wall were closed, and what was happening inside was obvious.
The carpet was off-white and looked soft. The two of them walked on it without making any noise.
Woman barefoot.
After passing through most of the wall, the camera suddenly turned, followed by a black and thick flesh snake that popped up from bottom to top into the picture. The head like a goose egg swayed a few times and drooped again. The man seemed to have improvised and said, "It was probably the toad skill."
Such a wonderful performance, the woman on the side just cut it.
As I guessed, the target was indeed the small European-style window, with a square bottom and an arc shape on top, just the size of a laptop.
The man went up a few times and the window popped out, and the window frame was indeed vermilion red.
There is another layer inside. It took some effort this time. It took half a minute before a orange light beam carefully penetrated the gap two fingers wide and hit the face.
There were also sounds, heavy breathing, cheerful orchestral music, subtle friction, and occasional pops.
For no reason, my throat was a little tight.
The light in the room is thick, but not dim. A white couch is clearly visible in the swaying gap, with some clothes scattered on it. The first thing to do is a gray-white robe, which is probably the same as the one on the photographer.
To be honest, I have only seen the stool at the end of the bed in foreign movies. After asking for it, no one knew the purpose. If it weren't for Chen Yao's later confession, I wouldn't have known until today that this is a famous ordinary furniture.
The woman did not express anything about the above scene. Instead, the man habitually sprayed a gust of air from his nostrils. Then he stretched out his hand and slowly widened the gap a little.
Before the man's hand left, the mosaic poked a corner of the screen, and I felt that the camera might be on her shoulder.
In the slowly unfolding scroll, there is first a smooth little foot, then another three feet, four legs, and a thin butt in motion, and then downwards the waist. After that, it is useless to let the camera shake left and right, push close and pull away.
The two obviously hugged each other. The one who knelt on the bed, raised his toes, curled his legs like a toad. Even though his skin was fair and his thighs were sparse, the two fleshy white legs spread out and gently shaking on his side naturally belonged to women.
The thin butt was thrusting slowly, and the man made a breathing sound similar to that of a dog when dissipating heat, which was a bit funny. However, the next second, there was a sudden pop in the room, like a leather squeezing through the toilet, which was particularly loud.
This pop was five or six times mixed with gasps and a male whisper like a loss of mind, one louder than another.
The woman who was deeply trapped in the white bed also hummed twice, put her right leg on the man's waist, and soon slid down and wrapped around her thighs.
The man still had a lot of pleasure and then took a long breath, and his thin butt began to thrust faster. Maybe it was sometimes deep and sometimes shallow. With an accidental bang, the woman shook off and murmured.
After watching this for a while, as the woman turned her face, the two outside suddenly burst into laughter. The woman bent down to cover her mouth, and the man was humming, and those who didn't know would think he was crying.
The camera trembled and left the window. I didn't know where it was. In short, when I was shaking and swaying, I was filled with huge mosaics.
The woman squatted on the ground, rubbed her head under the man's crotch, and then she grabbed a thick black guy from the gray-white hem. Every time she sucked for a while, the little green onion hand would hold the stick and slap it on her face a few times, slapping and panting.
I don’t know if this is a performance or a true love expression. Anyway, my second brother pushed up his jeans, and I was surprised that there was such a way to play in the world.
It was like a cold, the man sniffed from time to time. He held his stomach straight and poked a stick out of his gray-white nightgown, which looked extremely strange.
After a while, the woman put out her breasts and moved her left and right. The man reached out to catch her and was slapped back by her. At the same time, she knelt on the ground, raised her chest and leaned on the stick. Soon, the lucky dick was clamped by two balls of white meat and rubbed back and forth. I couldn't help but be stunned. If I had never seen the world, it was really the same as in the pornographic film.
But after all, the height is wrong. The man was squatting against the wall, probably not feeling well. Although he hummed several times in his enjoyment and cooperation.
After a sudden crackling indoors, there was only heavy breathing left. During this period, the woman hummed a few times, probably biting something in her mouth.
More than ten seconds later, when the meat stick left the breasts and slapped between a ball of mosaics, a man's laughter came from inside, very fast, like a tight string.
The woman seemed to mutter, but there were few words and couldn't hear it clearly.
For another ten seconds, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in my ears, soft, like a sieve of sand, accompanied by a low cello, which was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes far and sometimes close. When it was lately, I felt that it might be at the window.
The two outside stopped moving, so the man simply squatted down, the curled black hair on his legs continued to enlarge in front of his eyes, and the small green hands wrapped around the big glans and did not loosen. In his depressed breathing, the blue veins seemed to be constantly jumping. From this angle, I realized that the erect male reproductive organ was as upturned as a scimitar.
The footsteps gradually drifted away, disappeared, and then the woman sounded again, and then she said in surprise, half dragging her tone, and her voice was round.
The little green onion pinched the black purple goose egg with his hands, and the swollen flesh edges were constantly flattened and then bounced up.
The photographer took a breath and stroked the white thighs opposite without wishing to be outdone.
But they are closed and do not intend to break up.
The man said hey, as if he was going to take some extraordinary measures.
At this moment, there was a rustling sound inside, and suddenly there was a crisp sound.
Then another sound, accompanied by the long breath of the man.
The two outside the window stumbled a little and laughed out loud.
The woman stood up gently and stretched her head to look.
The picture swayed and when I returned to the window, the man and woman turned their backs to the camera, revealing the overall picture.
The woman knelt on the bed with her head hanging down, her butt sticking out, her thighs gathered together, her knees turned out, and her pair of small feet drooped on the edge of the bed, shaking several times with the rhythm. The man stood on the ground, with his legs wide open in a large shape, holding the willow waist in front of him with his left hand, touched the dog's hair with his right hand and put it on the back of his head. His tight hips were thrust up and down, rubbing up and down, left and right, looking at ease.
Obviously he is a young man with a big head, with long legs, thin waist, narrow hips, and strong hips. In addition to the second and fourth brachial brachials on his arms and thighs, the muscles between the waist, hips and back are also clearly visible during exercise.
As for the hairstyle, it is roughly split. The hair on the front is quite long. I guess it can cover my eyes. It is similar to the Dongfang Shenqi or a dick thing. Fortunately, it is just washed, cut and blown, and not dyed and bleached. It has become popular in recent years. This kind of Japanese and Korean idol hairstyle that is derived from gorgeous rock is rare.
It may be an angle problem. Although it is closer to the end of the bed, only four-fifths of the two people's bodies are seen. The camera is shaking around, and the right side is always covered by a touch of black.
Like a rocking chair, she shaking her head slowly. Occasionally, when she arched her body and grinded her hips, she turned into a human-shaped gecko. It was at this point that the woman would hum a few times without a sound, and her little heels on the edge of the bed shook gently like a conditioned reflex of her straight thighs.
I don't know if it's pain or pleasure.
She is very white, with tender skin and tender flesh, wide hips and fat buttocks. The arc that spreads from her waist to her thighs is not vague under the cover. The shadow between her legs is dense and lush, and you can see the black hair from a distance.
As the camera advances, a piece of rubber wrapped in a rubber ring is in and out of a ball of black and red soft flesh. From time to time, a touch of bright red flesh color will be turned up, and the hairy testicles will be bulging, and it will be like a waving fist when it is swinging.
To be honest, I was frightened by the sight, although I couldn't say where the shock and jump came from.
I couldn't even tell whether the two people in front of me were the same pair in the surveillance video. They looked a bit similar, but not very similar. For example, women's hair was much shorter and roughly slid over their armpits.
After a few glances, the woman turned her face and then began to sway gently with her breasts on her left upper arm.
The man took a breath, and the picture shook in the noise, and the white wrists and black purple goose egg flashed by. Soon, the woman raised her face and snorted lightly.
It took only one or two minutes to make the two of them panting lightly, silently, only the breasts in the middle of their vision and the sometimes-discrete moans indoors trembled continuously. The slender nipples flashed with bright colors, like a little finger, almost poked on my face.
After all, the man couldn't help it, so he raised his hand and patted the woman's butt. The latter smiled and said something.
Then, there was another passionate kiss, and these two people always had no time to distinguish between occasions and endlessly.
Fortunately, they separated after a moment. The woman walked around and returned to the same place, and bent down.
As the nightgown was lifted, the white butt appeared in front of me again.
The man pinched his fat buttocks twice, then squatted down and put his face up. I guess yes, the camera wandered around in the shadows and simply stuck to the carpet. Except for half of the forefoot and one heel, he could only see a piece of old banana swaying around. Almost at the same time, the man sniffed, and accordingly, the woman breathed a light breath.
In less than a minute, with the man's increasingly rapid breathing sound and two sudden bursts of sounds, the heel of the foot finally fell to the ground after constantly tiptoing and twisting.
The woman rolled down her throat and murmured, then gasped for a while, until the man was stroking her dick and getting up with a smile, she couldn't recover.
I felt that I had gained some knowledge. The patterns of the chrysanthemums were clearly visible, but the bottom was dark. The labia majora were extremely thick. The labia minora were wrapped in it and vaguely spit out two shiny laces. The man stretched out his thumb to break it, but failed. He simply let go of his hand and stroked it on the meat stick.
I thought this guy would whip his white ass nervously again, but unfortunately he didn't. He poked it to the end and the woman's neck was tilted.
Like inside, the outside is not too slow. The DV takes pictures of close-ups and long-range scenes, but I, an audience member, was dizzy.
After returning from the toilet, I dragged it back for two consecutive periods. In fact, Chen Yao called me before and asked where I was. I said I was looking up the information, and I was furious. I couldn't tell what was wrong with me.
The man finally speeded up, but he was careful and did not dare to make a sound. However, after a small parted head muttered something, the slap suddenly rang out and became louder and louder.
The woman screamed twice and soon turned into a vague hum.
When the camera shook back to the window, the first thing that was the male's tight butt was the tight buttocks. He bent his knees slightly, his hands stuck his waist in front of him, and his waist and hips were thrusting quickly and straight like a puppet lifting, just like trembling.
The woman's knees were together, her feet were slightly raised, and her face was buried on the bed. She could vaguely see a black hair and her hand holding the quilt, and her right breast, which was hanging beside her, was swaying happily in the impact.
The orange lights are still cello music. I have heard this song, "Moon River", which Hepburn sang in "Tiffany's Breakfast", but the melodious and sad melody is too contrasted with the current wild beast-like carnal rhythm.
The two outside were also panting. The man paused, and the picture swayed away from the window, and then put most of the triangle area into the field of view. It was probably put on the wall, but unfortunately it was not very stable. After shaking a few times in the huge friction sound, the camera fell all the way with the man's throat rolling. When it swept to the gray carpet and the white wall, it stopped moving.
As an audience member, I was abandoned in the corner with it.
The movement continues.
Like a competition, the breathing of the men and women beside them became more and more rapid, but there was no other sound except for the occasional indescribable gurgle.
To be honest, it makes me feel uncomfortable for them.
In contrast, the sounds inside the room became more and more unscrupulous, as if they were dubbing outside. Although it became a little blurred, it was undoubtedly a storm.
The thunderstorm didn't take long, and it might be less than a minute. The slap suddenly stopped, and the woman groaned like inertia, and then she had a heavy breath.
The two outside probably had to work harder. The woman didn't know that the man tried his best to adjust his breathing. He was so rude that if this guy didn't have pharyngeal anthraxia, he would be an old smoker.
After a moment, there was a slight sound inside, and then there was a sound of footsteps, and there was so much water.
Suddenly a male voice said, with a panting force, these words fell apart when they were separated from their mouths.
I couldn't hear the female voice.
The steps stopped and moved for a while, and when I stopped again, I said, "There is so much water, it's still Pinghai dialect. I laughed at it after the end, it was dry.
I have to admit that it sounds familiar.
Before the laughter came, a loud bang, and the little parted head sniffed.
Then there was a rustling sound, and the woman smacked her lips and let out a long sigh.
I vaguely heard her aloud, but it turned into a surprised Ah in a sudden crisp sound.
I thought the female voice would say something, but there was nothing.
Soon, there were two more snaps, one lighter and one heavy, and the sound was much louder, and the female voice couldn't help but groaned.
At this moment, the woman who had almost disappeared smiled reflexively, and then she said again after a moment.
Like in the previous video, the man's breathing is always light and heavy, even if the breathing has stabilized, within a while, the camera slowly rises in this breath with a very personal characteristic.
A hint of green light was hooked at the bottom of the snow-white waves on the wall, and it reflected from me from where it hit, like a ghost fire.
In the swaying scene, Xiaopian half-bowed his body, holding his dick and poked it quickly between the woman's crotch. It was unclear whether he had entered, but then he raised his left hand and palmed his fat buttocks, without any ambiguity.
With the crisp sound of the bang, the woman's slender waist trembled, and the round curves on her hips trembled. Her face was buried in her arms without saying a word.
I don't know if this guy is used to this, but I still couldn't help but sniff.
Xiaobian followed suit and sucked it. Then he stroked the dog's hair and bowed to spread the fat white buttocks in front of him.
He stared motionlessly for a few seconds until he stuttered in front of him. He squatted straight down and buried his face in.
The woman seemed to arch her waist and no other expressions were expressed.
For a moment, only men and women outside the house were breathing indescribable breath.
The breasts drooped on the bed, and a touch of black seemed to overflow under the armpits. The willow waist was collapsed, and the round contour below looked even more and more huge and fleshy.
I felt that the male's head was moving slightly, but I was not sure. His semi-lung stance looked extremely funny.
After a while, like an asthma attack, Xiaopian breathed a few breaths. Then, the scrubbing and blowing his head trembled without a doubt. After a sucking sound like drinking batter, there were a series of loud pops. He nodded his head like pounding garlic, and kneaded the fat white and soft flesh on his buttocks hard. After about a dozen strokes, he pierced his head and lost his voice.
During the above process, the woman just shook her feet with her waist and started to inhale violently, making a sound after a while, and sobbing.
Maybe twenty seconds later, she raised her face and shouted, sharp, but a little hoarse, and her two little feet on the edge of the bed were also folded and raised, shaking like a spasm several times before she drooped weakly.
Xiaobian finally straightened his waist. He gasped, stroked his hair, and wiped his face exaggeratedly.
The woman's entire upper body collapsed onto the bed, and she hummed several times while panting, as if she was muttering to her dreams.
The sometimes light and sometimes heavy breathing reappeared, accompanied by a shush.
The woman smiled and tsk, but the ending sound turned into a soft hum.
The camera swayed rhythmically, the two people in the window appeared and disappeared, with their heads spread out on their waists, and the soft body finally fell down.
Not long after, the familiar snap sounded again.
The woman let out a light cry unexpectedly.
Is it sexy or not?!
Pinghai dialect is very loud, but the ending sound is a little confused, as if he was spraying blood in his mouth under a heavy blow.
Soon, another bang, and the male voice ummed out a decent look.
The rhythm of the camera shaking finally slowed down a little. The woman was kneeling on her knees, holding her waist with her head apart. The latter stepped on the bed with one foot and tilted her body, like a tilted willow.
This fan was just over a dozen times, crisp and loud, and every time a woman would groan.
Her face was buried in the bed, her butt was raised high, and the petals of her left buttock that were occasionally exposed under the orange light seemed to be red. I don’t know if this was my own illusion, but I even felt that I could see the wet ochre red flesh through the washing and tearing.
Later, the man stabbed in again, started to thrust, first holding his butt, and leaned on his back for a while, holding his two breasts.
The testicles slapped the red meat in the shadows, causing a crisp noise, which made people feel itchy in their hearts.
The hair of the small parted head is sparse, but there are a few curly long hairs on the testicles, like a beard, which is indescribable.
Only then did I realize that the music disappeared without a trace.
The woman always buried her head and hummed lightly, only her feet were tucked together under the young long legs, and she twisted gently whenever a shadow swept to her heel.
Further down, the snow-white bed cover is like a breathing lung lobe, continuously supporting clusters of orange light and shadow, shiny and gray, like a stage special effect created by someone.
I suddenly felt that this video was too long.
The breathing outside the window became heavier and the camera trembled a lot more violently, but the body contact was always cautious.
It can be said that apart from feeling sorry for the photographer's arm, my only thought is that the two of them can have a happy and exciting shot.
Not long after the white butt returned to the picture, they stopped immediately with a sudden bang in the ripples of the white flesh.
The movement inside continued, and the female voice became sharp, as if it was squeezed out hard.
The man sighed, but the next second, the camera slipped and flipped in the whistling wind. Fortunately, he was caught back by a big hand.
The woman smiled, but apart from breathing, the two of them did not move any longer.
The man seemed to be sitting on the ground, facing the carpet, barefoot, and guardrail, sweeping over the woman's legs from bottom to top, and finally the white lantern hanging from the ceiling was the eyes.
There were a few ripples faintly flashing on the right side of the lantern. Further out, it seemed like a piece of transparent glass connected to the corner of the wall, which I couldn't say well.
At this moment, the room also stopped strangely, and there was a rustling sound in its breath, which was a bit terrible.
After about ten seconds, with a small part of his head muttering, the movement began again.
The slap became thick and rapid, and the woman gasped and made a rhythmic whimper, short but melodious.
The man mumbled a few more times, and then started humming, accompanied by a string of intermittent Ah. Only then did I realize that he was mumbling just now was slutty or not.
In less than a minute, there was only heavy breathing left in my ears.
The woman laughed, and the camera turned and pointed it at the butt under her nightgown. This time it was very stable.
After a while, after a bang, the sound of footsteps sounded inside the room, and something bang, the sound of water flowing.
He seemed to have taken a few sips, and he was so suffocated that he was lyrical.
Then he poured another cup, and the footsteps went from far to near, and then became far away. I think he might have forgotten to press the bottle plug.
Soon, Xiaobian said um.
The voice of women was not captured.
Just come a little less.
He moved a few more steps, Pinghai dialect, and the voice became more and more familiar.
The woman didn't say anything, and the male voice simply disappeared.
After a while, it must take about ten seconds. Xiaopian said aloud, with a thick voice, quite angry, extremely impatient.
The woman outside the window smiled again. She wrapped her nightgown tightly and owed her waist. The man tickled, and the former ignored him.
Five or six seconds later, there was a rustling sound. The woman seemed to have a light breath, sniffed her head and walked for a few steps, but she didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, she would have a string of gudong Gudong, and she let out a long breath.
I can't say whether this is a sigh or not.
Xiaobian also followed suit, and he vomited three times. He probably felt humorous and laughed.
No response from women was heard.
When the camera moved up again, the white body was spread in front of me without any warning, with her face slightly lateral, her soft and round facial features vaguely visible between the wet hair, her arms were naturally stretched, and her white milk was like two buns. Her straight nipples pulled out a shadow and slid across the soft sphere. Then, her flat belly was gently undulating, her right leg was ridged, her left leg was stretched straight and drooping on the edge of the bed. There were thick black hair in the shadow and a plump ochre red soft flesh. I stared at it for a long time, and my dick became harder and harder.
It’s hard to say if it’s an illusion. Under the orange light, her body flashed with a slightly transparent pink, like a piece of pastry that was about to melt.
There was an extra tray of paper at the end of the bed, and a narrow black and red mesh gauze was exposed in the corner of the upper left quilt. As for whether it was underwear, I couldn't say it was.
Some more?
The man suddenly asked, "He was gudong and gudong before, maybe he was bored again."
No sound.
In fact, the body was still moving.
After a moment, with a slight sound of footsteps, a small parted head appeared in the camera with one hand on his hips, and he stroked his crotch while walking. The dick was quite long, and it was unclear whether the condom was smoothed out. Anyway, a piece of the root was exposed, and the thickness was average, which might be worse than mine, but the glans was huge, and it was bulging exaggeratedly and strangely, and it looked like a mace hammer from a distance.
I thought he had just finished, but now it seems that he is thinking too much.
The drooping dog hair flashed past the swaying side face. I felt familiar and even couldn't help but tremble.
I even hesitated to step back, but for some reason, I didn't take action.
Xiaobian's head was crossed to the camera for a while, after finishing, he stroked his hair and squatted between his crotch that was open with the front half.
He leaned over and took a deep breath.
Like a conditioned reflex, the fleshy white legs suddenly shook, clamping his head. At the same time, the woman looked up at her face, as if she wanted to support her body.
Unfortunately, the reaction of washing, scissors and blowing was faster. He spread his legs like a leopard and rushed onto the bed.
Maybe it was a lighting problem, the rubber ring looked pink, and the straight dick scraped over the knees, slid over the thighs, and finally pressed against the base of the plump legs.
During the whole process, the woman had only had time to whine.
Xiaofen arched his head straight on his cheek and rubbed it for a long time, and gradually, his breathing sounded from time to time.
The woman dodged and waved her head. She could vaguely see her raise her hand and put it down again. A hint of flush rose on her fair and plump face as if she was drunk.
I tried my best to see that face clearly, but my heart couldn't help but thrive.
As expected, a few whispers soon came, probably because the man was pressed to death, and the woman didn't hide at all. Instead, she grabbed his elbow with a small hand and pinched it again and again.
Fortunately, within a few seconds, Xiaobian retreated his mouth. The two of them gasped, but they didn't move for a long time until the camera shook. With a chuckle outside the window, he scratched and said: There is a ski resort in the back mountain.
mandarin.
Although he didn't know what this meant, he did say so, every word was clear.
The woman didn't say anything, but let out a light breath, let go of her hand and fell back to the bed.
Anyway, it’s not necessary to look at you... Halfway through, he scratched the dog’s hair, then touched the woman’s chest and rubbed it.
The latter tickled.
His response was to stab it down, suck it all over the left and right.
This guy is obviously a left-handed.
After a while, the bare hand slid all the way down, slid straight into the woman's crotch.
Of course, her body trembled and then clamped her legs.
But this did not hinder the small parting movement. He shook his left hand while holding the penis and swung it on his lower abdomen on his side. Maybe it was, at least I heard a slight slap. Then, he leaned over and arched to the woman's right neck. Soon, with a pop, it was extremely crisp. Of course, the idiot was intentional.
The woman leaned slightly and her thighs curled up, but the vague gurgling sound still flowed out like running water.
To be precise, it's not Guji. In short, it's wet. This exaggerated sound effect should be difficult to hear outside the film.
Suddenly, the woman said, "Okay, Mandarin, with a very high tone, as if she was squeezed out of her throat. At the same time, a small hand held the man's arm with a tight hand, probably very hard, and her flesh and blood wrinkled.
She seemed to have done her nails, although the original color could not be seen under the orange light.
Unfortunately, the man's hand did not stop, but instead shook more and more violently. He stuck out his butt and simply hugged the woman's head. He didn't know whether it was a breath or something, but he was humming, probably going to die.
For four or five seconds, she screamed again. Okay, and then slapped the man on the back twice. The latter was still indifferent, but the black hair was smooth on the bed, shaking vigorously.
However, almost the next second, the man said something crazy, and the whole picture was still.
What he said was: Ah.
The woman gasped and after a while, she turned over and rolled back to the bed.
In response to this, the men and women outside the window rarely reacted coldly, and it was difficult to catch other movements except for breathing as usual.
Xiaopian knelt down, buried his head and fiddled for a while, and fucked him when he raised his head.
Then, he turned around and got out of bed and walked around the room. His dick was still sticking out straight and there was no visible damage to the naked eye. What a pity.
The washing, cutting and blowing were indeed very long, and it looked a little flowing. He stroked a few handfuls of his hair and stood in front of the bed. Of course, he did not forget to put his right hand on his hip.
Not to mention anything else, this pussy really has the same figure as a model.
No one spoke for a long time.
The woman curled her legs sideways, her buttocks are very fat, and her hair is vaguely visible.
There is an oil painting mounted on the wall on the side of the bed, which is yellow, black and green. It seems to be a person, but it looks like a wine glass. Whether it is abstractism or cubism, it is probably Picasso's set of things, it's just a terrible look.
Finally, the man sniffed and climbed onto the bed carefully.
He knelt down and touched the woman's shoulder. He said, but the latter did not respond. He raised his elbow and rubbed her back twice, but he still said, "Oh."
The woman still didn't move.
Xiaobian smiled, put his hand in front of her, and leaned over and muttered something.
The woman finally twitched and shook the arm that was resting on her shoulder.
The guy picked up the thrown hand, leaned under his nose and sniffed it, then picked his fingers and reached in front of the woman unyieldingly. If you smell it, he chuckled, he was so slutty.
The woman knocked the hand away again, and did not speak, but turned over and raised her knees to carry him.
The face under the black hair was slightly raised, and the neck was slender and fair. For a moment, I thought she would surface, but in the end I lurked in the boy's thin and strong figure.
Xiaobian leaned back exaggeratedly, then smiled, quickly pressed on it, and squeezed it hard on the white buttocks in front of him.
The woman still didn't respond. But just now, when she raised her legs and knees, her swollen vagina flashed by under the light, and her thick lip rolled up and spit out a touch of bright red tender flesh, which was shiny and murderous eyes.
The man stood behind him several times but didn't go in, so he simply turned over and pushed his legs open, and arched the woman's cheek while placing her hands on her hands and grabbed her breasts after rubbing them.
The woman never said anything until she was blocked and her mouth should be, it was obvious that she whined twice, although she soon hugged her face and hid.
The man lowered his head, took a few breaths, and then pecked on the pretty face, and with a pop, it was like red wine.
I don't know if it was kissing me, but the woman also took a breath and her left hand holding the sheet did not release.
Xiaobian smiled hastily, and took a bite on his left and right breasts one after another, then spread his legs wide and shook his butt.
In the shadow, the huge glans could be vaguely seen sliding across the soft flesh and pressing against its thighs.
So he shook his butt again and said honestly, the result of his butt being quite white and tender was still disappointing.
He then let out a gentle sound, and the tone was dragged long. Then, he reached his left hand into his crotch, slid through the red buttocks, stroked the soft flesh, and finally held the dick and rubbed it on his swollen vagina several times.
Not allowed to enter?The pussy is so tightly clamped.
In Pinghai dialect, bi is very pronounced very heavily, and it doesn’t sound like it normally, but now it feels like a sudden burst of breath, indescribable incongruity.
As he said this, he smiled, giggled, like a duck.
The woman tskated and raised her hand to slap him, slapped him on her left arm, very loudly, almost at the same time, she looked up and hummed.
The little parting hugged the woman, shrugged her face, arched her face against her neck, buried it between her hair, climbed her round shoulder with her right hand, and pinched her breasts with her left hand.
The shadows are like a ray of wind in the movement of the muscles, blowing and squirting. Whenever the thin butt is lifted up, the wet joints will emit a bright color under the light. Whenever the thin butt is smashed down, the fat white butt will cause a wave of flesh to suddenly sweep into the shadow.
This wave was not fast, but it was quite powerful. Every time it was a snap, so that in just a few dozen times, the thing with a pink rubber ring slid out two or three times.
Maybe the second time he slid out, he shook his butt and poked it directly in. With an instant, a thin stream of white foam surged out and flowed onto the red tide's buttocks. In the next slap, it drew a gully and accelerated to flow down until it disappeared on the edge of the fat white arc.
The woman's voice was not loud, but she was quite clear. When Xiaofen tied her neck and held her face tightly, her muffled groan turned into a string of whimpering sounds. The white little hand grabbed the man's elbow again, but could no longer stop the heavy breathing and the gentle moan that quietly shook off in the chirping.
She kept saying several times.
After a long time, the man raised his head, like a dying mule. He said a line, yes, the lines are like acting in a movie. He said in Mandarin: I miss you so much.
Because of breathing, I almost beat every word.
The woman turned her face and didn't make any difference.
Xiaobian then tidied up a few more times, then twisted his butt and stirred it up. I don’t know if it was appropriate to say this. In short, it just polished for a while and poked it twice. The two raised legs made him look like a grasshopper that was flapping his wings and about to fly.
The woman trembled and screamed a few times, and she could no longer stop speaking.
The little parted head arched to his neck again, muttering, like a monk chanting scriptures, and didn't know what to say.
Don't... hold it in.
The woman's voice was sharp and she trembled so hard that she hummed twice.
Pinghai dialect.
My left eyelid leaped wildly for no reason, and I had to throw away the cigarette in my hand.
Very thirsty.
Since when, the woman's right hand was held on the man's waist, her left leg hooked against her tight thighs, and her shaking smooth little feet were stained with a strange pink color under the orange light.
The two outside the window had already started to move. The man's breathing was close to his ears, like a middle-aged and elderly person with thick phlegm in his nose, panting.
The lens is still shaking, but it is much more stable. I don’t know whether it is the rapid progress in photography skills or the mysterious skills that are leading the world, at least it is a good thing for me, as an audience.
As the camera was adjusted back, the white butt appeared in front of him again.
The man held his slender waist for a while, then stroked his buttocks, and reached into the gully and touched it.
It is worth mentioning that women rarely have two waists. This is probably the only person I have seen outside Chen Yao who has a waist. It is said that this thing cannot be practiced and can only be inherited. Of course, I don’t think the waist is so beautiful.
I didn't know what the man was trying to touch, until he lifted his weight and stabbed his index finger into the woman's anus and spun it easily to the end.
To be honest, it’s a bit surprising, just like watching a porn movie.
The victim tskated, raised the camera and the mosaic appeared in the picture. She smacked her lips again, but then she hummed and twisted her butt exaggeratedly.
This is more like a porn movie. I have to admit that my dick is so hard that it explodes.
The indoor movement is naturally in full swing. After a rapid friction sound like a sieve of sand, accompanied by the woman's gentle moan, Xiaopian asked in a hoarse voice: Are you happy?
This was done for four or five times, and every time he had to say um, the woman's answer was a hot moan that slipped across her throat.
When the camera returned to the window, the man pressed his big white legs, his butt moving like a motor. The woman grabbed the bedspread with her left hand and pulled it again and again with struggle.
After doing this for half a minute, Shaved and Blowed for a long time and hugged Yingbai's body tightly. Then his legs curled up and spread apart, and his thin butt fell from top to bottom.
The pace is very fast. Whenever the mushroom head wrapped in rubber film appears and disappears between the tender meat, the meat stick turns and pokes it to the end. Then with a puff, I feel it is louder than the impact of my thighs.
With such intense exercise, this guy's breathing became orderly. He took a breath every two times and then vomited it out twice, which was somewhat similar to the oral and nasal breathing method during medium and long runs.
The woman groaned repeatedly, holding the man's arm with her left hand and holding her right hand on her back. Her fleshy legs were shaking like tentacles. She could vaguely see her face tilted and her neck was straight.
The bed was probably really soft, and when the impact was hit, the two seemed to be about to jump up.
For about a minute or two, the woman screamed twice and then the sound disappeared. She raised her face, hugged the boy tightly, and held her legs high, clamped the pair of sparsely haired thighs, and maybe her butt was thrust under the shadow, and I couldn't tell.
After a while, the breath appeared again. The woman trembled and snorted, and her legs suddenly fell like cicadas sheds wet from the rain.
I don’t know if this is considered orgasm. In short, the man wiped his sweat and rubbed it on the woman’s face for a few times, then continued to thrust.
It was vaguely seen that the left breast was firmly held tightly. As the rhythm was swinging violently, the white breasts slipped out of the tiger's mouth and turned into a pink pagoda. The purple-black spiral seemed to expand into a huge and unparalleled light and shadow.
I don’t know when the intercourse started, and it was mumbled like cream, and even the hairy testicles turned white.
The woman quickly started screaming again, and her arms naturally climbed onto her back. Her fat buttocks and thighs rolled in the impact, and her left calf slipped quietly from the waist.
The breathing of the small parted head also became scattered, and there was no rhythm of the mouth and nose breathing method. I felt that he might die in the next second.
Maybe in less than a few seconds, the woman took a long breath and took several hurdles. The sound was not loud, but she was shaking violently. She kicked her right foot in the bend of her legs, and finally she slid out of the edge of the bed in despair.
The man stopped, gasped for a while, and maybe laughed a few times. For a moment, he reached into his crotch and touched him, then leaned over and stared at the woman for a long time, and then there was a kiss. Is it amazing?
He said hummingly.
However, after the words were finished, he suddenly fucked, and then his thin butt started to move impatiently. At most, for more than ten seconds, he screamed in the woman's muffled groan and then the sound disappeared.
It is undoubtedly true that the white and thin butt rubbed it several times unwillingly.
There was only breathing for a moment.
The men and women outside the window probably had to stop, and the camera turned and pointed at the black shadow under the white wall.
The photographer breathed a few seconds later like a diving, but the woman's breathing was filled with a smile.
After a while, a rustling sound was heard, and Xiaopian said something faintly. He heard the beginning, and the muttering behind him might be in his ear.
The woman was not in a relationship and she breathed for a long time.
Xiaobian smiled, howled, and then dragged his tone for a moment.
When the scene returned to the window, the man sat down on the edge of the bed, holding a knotted condom in his hand. His thin body was shiny under the orange light, and the dick, who had just been in trouble, hung softly between his legs.
The woman lay behind her, slightly tilted, motionless.
The small parted hair was indeed combed with the small parted hair, and the hair in front was indeed very long, so he stroked the long hair and raised his head.
Yes, this guy muttered something, and the corners of his mouth were raised with a rare flash. Even if it flashed, I could not forget the thin and pale face.
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