One night passed.
Traces of the battle between Rollin and Mrs. Miura can be found in the hall, on the balcony, in the master bedroom, in the kitchen, and even outside the house.
And every time the scene changes, Mrs. Miura takes the initiative to pull him to play.
It’s fine if she’s in the kitchen and outside the house, but she really doesn’t know what she’s thinking that she pulled him into the master bedroom.
There was her and her husband's wedding room. She took the initiative to take the man outside into the wedding room while her husband was working overtime, and then rolled up the bed sheets comfortably.
The bed was covered with filthy things belonging to other men. It was so sticky that they felt so sticky at first glance. They were squirming in such a sticky and disgusting place for a long time. It was really... so messy, so cool!
Mrs. Miura hugged and Rollin face to face. The thing that had just been injected with deadly objects in her uterus was still so tough and upright, still squeezing and stimulating her inner body. How could she separate Ah?
Those who cannot be separated will never be separated in this life. She wants to be broken in this bliss, and she wants to be fucked!
So the crazy Mrs. Miura simply rolled the sheets around their tightly clasped bodies while rolling them away.
In this way, the two of them were rolled into the bed and sheets like caterpillars. As long as one party didn't want to stop, the other party would be unable to escape.
In this way, Luo Lin will never try to pull it out of her body, and will never try to end her reckless deeds!
bring it on!Fuck me!continue!
Mrs. Miura forced Luo Lin to confront her again. She kissed the mouth that had been violated by her for a long time, but it was still so interesting. Especially with the confrontation movement, she would roll her eyes again soon.
Ah~!Comfortable!Fuck me!Fuck me to death!Fuck hard!
Mrs. Miura rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, shouting wildly, holding Luo Lin's body for a moment.
As she collided faster and faster, she tried harder, and then she reached the peak again in the wrapping of this sticky quilt.
Ah！！！
Come here!This sticky feeling comes again!
Her stomach was infused with a sticky feeling, and her body was wrapped in a sticky feeling everywhere.
Too disgusting!
Very disgusting!
But it was such a disgusting feeling that made her sink in again and again and unable to extricate herself.
I really want to soak in this disgusting and sticky hell like this!
Come again!Come again!Come again!!!
Mrs. Miura started to fuck again without saying a word, as if even she had unlimited physical strength, and only one thought was left in her mind.
Possess me!Possess me!Suppose you!!!
Of course, Rollin completely ruined her as she wished.
It was in such a chaos that the two spent one night, and they had not stopped until dawn.
At this time, Mrs. Miura's husband, who worked overtime overnight, came back.
……
I'm back.
As the door was opened, a sound that sounded extremely weak, which showed that the overtime work that night had already made him look haggard.
I’m afraid that it’s not that his wife was so tired of being fucked by others last night, but he is not the only way to work overtime?
Yumiko?
The first time Miura's husband walked into the house, he saw Yumiko lying on the sofa.
It seemed that the other person was sleeping well and even had a smell of alcohol on his body.
Combined with the tableware and empty wine bottles in the restaurant that had not been cleaned up, and even some butter-like things spilled on the ground, the mother and daughter had a carnival last night, right?
But why is there cream?
Did it mean that last night was Yumiko's birthday?
Yes, you haven't seen some cream on Yumiko?
I'm afraid that the mother and daughter were fighting last night with cream?
Alas, his father is really incompetent. He is busy with work every day and goes out early and comes back late. He just wants to give them a warm family, mother and daughter, so he forgets such an important thing as his daughter's birthday.
It’s really been a long time since I celebrated my daughter’s birthday. I’m still the one who is a mother thoughtful. I did something very good last night~.
Since his daughter is sleeping soundly, he will not disturb him anymore.
It should be said that he had been tired for a night. He is now on the verge of sudden death and is not in the mood to think about anything else. Now he just wants to go back to his room and have a good rest.
So Miura's husband dragged his half-dead body and walked upstairs exhausted.
At this time, Mrs. Miura, who had just been injected with viscous liquid, was listening to the footsteps of going upstairs in horror.
She obviously knew that her husband was back, but she was still having sex with the wild man.
If the other party saw this scene, then... it would be unimaginable what would happen!
No, you can't let your husband discover it. They must hide and continue working slowly.
But if you hide directly, what should you do if you bed sheets and beds?
This bed has become unbearable under their constant fatigue all night.
If my husband finds traces on the bed, then he should have thought of the true identity of the butter, right?
But now there is not enough time for them to change the sheets. Her husband has already come up and they have to make a decision in a very short time.
bathroom!Bring everything in.Rollin reminded.
That's all!Mrs. Miura gritted her teeth and quickly rolled on the bed, spreading the quilt that was rolled around them.
Then Mrs. Miura grabbed the bed sheet with one hand and the quilt with the other, letting Luo Lin hid in the bathroom while holding it, and locked the door.
A few seconds later, Miura's husband appeared in the master bedroom.
There was an inexplicable strange smell in the master bedroom, like a mixture of sweat and something, which made him frown slightly.
And what's going on with his bed?
Why are there only pillows left on the bed?
Wife, are you inside?Miura's husband hurriedly looked at the locked bathroom door and asked.
Ah~!I am here!bath!Mrs. Miura replied in a hurry.
But why does the husband feel... the wife's voice "Ah" is a bit strange?
But this is not a big deal. He quickly asked about the main thing: Where did the quilt on the bed go?
I took the quilt to wash. After sleeping for so long, it was time to wash it.
It seems that it won't be long...
Anyway, it has been washed off. If you are tired, just lie on the bed and just take a break.
OK, then I'll go to the bathroom first... Why are you locked up?
I'm using the toilet too, of course I'm going to lock it up!
Aren't you taking a shower?
Wash and put on, are there any problems?
OK, okay, I'll go outside.
For some reason, Miura's husband always felt that his wife's words were full of impatient tone.
But I think so. Last night, the wife specially prepared to celebrate her daughter's birthday, but she failed to come back because of overtime work, which resulted in no one eating the excess cream and could only apply it to her daughter's face. It's not surprising that the wife would be angry.
Could it be that this is why he deliberately took the quilt and refused to let him sleep?
OK OK OK, it's all his fault, he admitted it.
Miura's husband had no choice but to go to the toilet outside, and at this time the situation in the bathroom began to get wrong again.
Luo Lin felt very comfortable just by keeping it inside and not moving. She couldn't control herself and wanted it again!
Fuck me!
Mrs. Miura said eagerly like a toilet.
Traces of the battle between Rollin and Mrs. Miura can be found in the hall, on the balcony, in the master bedroom, in the kitchen, and even outside the house.
And every time the scene changes, Mrs. Miura takes the initiative to pull him to play.
It’s fine if she’s in the kitchen and outside the house, but she really doesn’t know what she’s thinking that she pulled him into the master bedroom.
There was her and her husband's wedding room. She took the initiative to take the man outside into the wedding room while her husband was working overtime, and then rolled up the bed sheets comfortably.
The bed was covered with filthy things belonging to other men. It was so sticky that they felt so sticky at first glance. They were squirming in such a sticky and disgusting place for a long time. It was really... so messy, so cool!
Mrs. Miura hugged and Rollin face to face. The thing that had just been injected with deadly objects in her uterus was still so tough and upright, still squeezing and stimulating her inner body. How could she separate Ah?
Those who cannot be separated will never be separated in this life. She wants to be broken in this bliss, and she wants to be fucked!
So the crazy Mrs. Miura simply rolled the sheets around their tightly clasped bodies while rolling them away.
In this way, the two of them were rolled into the bed and sheets like caterpillars. As long as one party didn't want to stop, the other party would be unable to escape.
In this way, Luo Lin will never try to pull it out of her body, and will never try to end her reckless deeds!
bring it on!Fuck me!continue!
Mrs. Miura forced Luo Lin to confront her again. She kissed the mouth that had been violated by her for a long time, but it was still so interesting. Especially with the confrontation movement, she would roll her eyes again soon.
Ah~!Comfortable!Fuck me!Fuck me to death!Fuck hard!
Mrs. Miura rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue, shouting wildly, holding Luo Lin's body for a moment.
As she collided faster and faster, she tried harder, and then she reached the peak again in the wrapping of this sticky quilt.
Ah！！！
Come here!This sticky feeling comes again!
Her stomach was infused with a sticky feeling, and her body was wrapped in a sticky feeling everywhere.
Too disgusting!
Very disgusting!
But it was such a disgusting feeling that made her sink in again and again and unable to extricate herself.
I really want to soak in this disgusting and sticky hell like this!
Come again!Come again!Come again!!!
Mrs. Miura started to fuck again without saying a word, as if even she had unlimited physical strength, and only one thought was left in her mind.
Possess me!Possess me!Suppose you!!!
Of course, Rollin completely ruined her as she wished.
It was in such a chaos that the two spent one night, and they had not stopped until dawn.
At this time, Mrs. Miura's husband, who worked overtime overnight, came back.
……
I'm back.
As the door was opened, a sound that sounded extremely weak, which showed that the overtime work that night had already made him look haggard.
I’m afraid that it’s not that his wife was so tired of being fucked by others last night, but he is not the only way to work overtime?
Yumiko?
The first time Miura's husband walked into the house, he saw Yumiko lying on the sofa.
It seemed that the other person was sleeping well and even had a smell of alcohol on his body.
Combined with the tableware and empty wine bottles in the restaurant that had not been cleaned up, and even some butter-like things spilled on the ground, the mother and daughter had a carnival last night, right?
But why is there cream?
Did it mean that last night was Yumiko's birthday?
Yes, you haven't seen some cream on Yumiko?
I'm afraid that the mother and daughter were fighting last night with cream?
Alas, his father is really incompetent. He is busy with work every day and goes out early and comes back late. He just wants to give them a warm family, mother and daughter, so he forgets such an important thing as his daughter's birthday.
It’s really been a long time since I celebrated my daughter’s birthday. I’m still the one who is a mother thoughtful. I did something very good last night~.
Since his daughter is sleeping soundly, he will not disturb him anymore.
It should be said that he had been tired for a night. He is now on the verge of sudden death and is not in the mood to think about anything else. Now he just wants to go back to his room and have a good rest.
So Miura's husband dragged his half-dead body and walked upstairs exhausted.
At this time, Mrs. Miura, who had just been injected with viscous liquid, was listening to the footsteps of going upstairs in horror.
She obviously knew that her husband was back, but she was still having sex with the wild man.
If the other party saw this scene, then... it would be unimaginable what would happen!
No, you can't let your husband discover it. They must hide and continue working slowly.
But if you hide directly, what should you do if you bed sheets and beds?
This bed has become unbearable under their constant fatigue all night.
If my husband finds traces on the bed, then he should have thought of the true identity of the butter, right?
But now there is not enough time for them to change the sheets. Her husband has already come up and they have to make a decision in a very short time.
bathroom!Bring everything in.Rollin reminded.
That's all!Mrs. Miura gritted her teeth and quickly rolled on the bed, spreading the quilt that was rolled around them.
Then Mrs. Miura grabbed the bed sheet with one hand and the quilt with the other, letting Luo Lin hid in the bathroom while holding it, and locked the door.
A few seconds later, Miura's husband appeared in the master bedroom.
There was an inexplicable strange smell in the master bedroom, like a mixture of sweat and something, which made him frown slightly.
And what's going on with his bed?
Why are there only pillows left on the bed?
Wife, are you inside?Miura's husband hurriedly looked at the locked bathroom door and asked.
Ah~!I am here!bath!Mrs. Miura replied in a hurry.
But why does the husband feel... the wife's voice "Ah" is a bit strange?
But this is not a big deal. He quickly asked about the main thing: Where did the quilt on the bed go?
I took the quilt to wash. After sleeping for so long, it was time to wash it.
It seems that it won't be long...
Anyway, it has been washed off. If you are tired, just lie on the bed and just take a break.
OK, then I'll go to the bathroom first... Why are you locked up?
I'm using the toilet too, of course I'm going to lock it up!
Aren't you taking a shower?
Wash and put on, are there any problems?
OK, okay, I'll go outside.
For some reason, Miura's husband always felt that his wife's words were full of impatient tone.
But I think so. Last night, the wife specially prepared to celebrate her daughter's birthday, but she failed to come back because of overtime work, which resulted in no one eating the excess cream and could only apply it to her daughter's face. It's not surprising that the wife would be angry.
Could it be that this is why he deliberately took the quilt and refused to let him sleep?
OK OK OK, it's all his fault, he admitted it.
Miura's husband had no choice but to go to the toilet outside, and at this time the situation in the bathroom began to get wrong again.
Luo Lin felt very comfortable just by keeping it inside and not moving. She couldn't control herself and wanted it again!
Fuck me!
Mrs. Miura said eagerly like a toilet.
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