Chapter 7: You need to stab the big stick

The next day, Feng Heng, who had enough food last night, was in a good mood. He made an extra plate of rose crisps.

Yaoyao walked out of the inner room with her waist and muttered: Fengheng is a little wolf dog, wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool wool

Feng Heng sat on the chess table playing chess with her. When she heard her complaints, she had already become accustomed to it, but she was still calm.

But the new palace maid has never seen such a scene. I just think that the national teacher's wife is really not ashamed at all. She is so blushing that her hands are shaking when changing tea.

Yaoyao complained for a moment, then looked sharply at the two plates of rose crisps on the tea table.

When I saw Rose Sui, my body that was sore, was inexplicably cured. I just called Feng Heng a wolf dog. Now I saw that he became a great beauty again.

Feng Heng, you are the best in the world!

Yaoyao didn't forget what to do before eating rose crisps. She held Feng Heng's face and kissed her hard, licked her saliva before she stopped.

The palace maid's head was buried lower, but Feng Heng calmly wiped his face: Go and eat

Unfortunately, the rose is too crisp, and my stomach is bulging after eating

Yaoyao walked a few steps, but soon she was tired again

She stretched her waist and yawned, and walked towards Feng Heng with her body shaking, and asked him with her cheeks: Feng Heng, aren't you sleepy?

Feng Heng put down the book in his hand, bent his fingertips slightly, and bounced her forehead: Are you a fox or a pig?

Eat as soon as you wake up, and want to sleep after you finish eating

I'm afraid it's not a vixen, but it's a pig's reincarnation.

Bad guy, you are the pig! Yaoyao blurted out her words, and the next moment she covered her mouth

Swearing, Feng Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, I didn't have any roses to eat at night

Yaoyao puffed her mouth aggrievedly, pulled his sleeve and acted coquettishly: Just a quick mouth, just let me eat it...

Feng Heng always indulged Yaoyao for no reason, but she was not able to withstand her soft and hard work. He let out: Eat rose crisp tomorrow, and eat something else tonight

Something else? Yaoyao's eyes lit up, what else!

Feng Heng looked at her drowningly, the tenderness in his eyes was about to drown her, he said: Eat what I like most recently

Yaoyao was so sleepy that she ran away, and the fox's ears ran out and burst out with excitement, wishing that the sun would set soon

Yaoyao is so cute. Feng Heng rubbed her ears like a reward.

The night is endless, and the Xiaoyao Hall is quiet, making Yaoyao's questions look particularly clear and pleasant.

Fengheng, aren’t we going to eat what you like the most?

Feng Heng untied her belt, her snow-white skin gradually revealed, and her two soft balls were wrapped in her bellyband.

His eyes became more and more intense, and he said hoarsely: I'm eating

Yaoyao obediently arched her waist to make it easier for the coat to take off. She asked first: Do you want to take off your bellyband? Then, I didn't see anything to eat.

Not to take it off, Feng Heng lowered his head and picked up the sweet milk nuts through his bellyband. He heard Yaoyao's uncovered moans before replying to her. You are the delicacy I like the most

Yaoyao held Feng Heng's head that was biting on her chest, put her five fingers into her black hair, and the breasts were numb and licked, making the flower pussy completely wet in a short while.

Feng Heng...I want...

What do you want?

It seemed as if there were hundreds of needles in front of me, and the feeling of thorning and itchyness increased. Yaoyao hooked Feng Heng's neck and pulled the distance between them: I had to stab the big stick below.

... Yaoyao looked so shameless. Feng Heng's smile reached his eyes and was so deep that he couldn't see the bottom. He picked a finger open and stirred it up. When he pulled it out, his fingertips were already soaked and sticky. He raised his eyebrows and said, "There is enough water, but Yaoyao's pussy is too small to accommodate my big stick."

The two of them were serious about speaking dirty words, and Yaoyao wrinkled and sobbed: You can go in... Go in... Please... Feng Heng...

Yaoyao's name was called Feng Heng at this time, undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire. Feng Heng spread one of her legs and pressed it on her chest, and her nipples were buried deep in the flesh and unable to move. He licked Yaoyao's chin and bite him again: Yaoyao really knows himself

The muscles of the waist tightened, and the crotch sank, and half of the glans broke through the bright red petals and stabbed them in.

Well...so great...good...good...good...good...good...

It seems like a rushing tide sweeping over, wrapping the front of the dragon root. The wriggling meat on the hole wall is eroding every inch of the vein on the penis bit by bit. The comfortable and stimulating feeling is like countless small mouths swallowing the semen spitting out of the urethra.

Uh...Yaoyao is so tight. Feng Heng rubbed her breasts that were increasingly bloated under her bellyband. He coaxed her, relaxed and let me in.

But the corridor was tighter uncontrollably

Yaoyao was furious by the emptiness in her body. She actually reached out and inserted her thick pubic hair. She held the bottom of her penis. She could even feel the heat emitted from her two large pouches.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Feng Heng cooperated to penetrate into his vagina.

Completely destroyed