Feng Heng looked at Yaoyao with his eyes fixed on his lips, and a curve that was not easy to detect. He nodded: Love
Yaoyao raised her buttocks and sat on him, her figure soft and exhaled Youlan: How much love do you do?
More than you love me
Yaoyao was unbuttoning Feng Heng's lace-up fingers slightly paused, and the red pupils gradually faded. She tilted her head and looked at Feng Heng: Impossible
However, Feng Heng frowned and blinked as if he had woken up from a dream. When he looked at Yaoyao, the folds of his eyelids deepened a lot: What is impossible?
Yaoyao didn't answer his question, pressed her waist close to his lower abdomen: I want it
Feng Heng's eyes were slightly darker, and he pressed down on her restless honey buttocks: Here?
Um
Before he finished speaking, Feng Heng waved his hand, and the paper, pen, ink and inkstone on the desk fell to the ground. He pounced Yaoyao on the desk and touched her smooth cheek little by little: The sky is blue and the sun is blue, Yaoyao is so happy
Yaoyao raised her eyebrows, her long legs bent slightly against her legs, and she felt hot and swelling and hard through the fabric. She smiled frivolously, and her expression was in a fascinating way without any effort. Every move was extremely melodious: But my husband was hard
The servants all called her the wife, but what if Feng Heng was not her husband?
Yaoyao can always know what she likes to hear
Feng Heng thought this way, his fingers had already tear her skirt open, revealing a piece of whiteness and delicateness.
Purple kite flowers are embroidered on the lotus-colored bellyband, and the quietly blooming buds look particularly like Yaoyao's beautiful mèi
Feng Heng moved his heart, then lifted up his bellyband and lowered his head to hold the red breasts. His flexible tongue carefully depicted the shape of the areola. Under his nose was the fragrant tip of the breasts. It was not delicious enough to lick them.
The nipples gradually became hard. Feng Heng knew that the time was almost done. He opened his skirt carefully and touched Huagu along the waist of his pants.
Sure enough, it was wet as if it was raining
He tore off his underwear, now he's done, all his skirts are torn
Feng Heng...
What did you call me? The sunlight crawled in from the translucent window lattice, shining on the flawless mons pubic pubic like the top lamb fat jade in the world. Feng Heng had a light of inspiration and suddenly reached out to take a clean wolf hair
Yaoyao didn't know what he wanted to do, so she moaned unconsciously: Husband... Come in...
Didn’t you come in?
Oh! Yaoyao looked down and Feng Heng actually put a brush into her vagina!
Feng Heng...Don't...husband...ah...um...ah...ahha...
When I begged for mercy, how could there be any reluctance?
Yaoyao is almost happy and her feet are getting straight through
The thick and hard mane is soft when it encounters water, and slowly rubs and crushes the hole wall. The two thick flower lips wrapped around the slightly cool and hard pen holder. The current is transmitted from the sensitive small granulum to the depths of the flower hole, stimulating more flower liquid
Didn’t I go in? My wife was so angry that Feng Heng inserted the pen deeper, and the whole flower house tightly wrapped the pen holder like a clam shell. Watching the smooth tide in and out of the corridor, every time I pulled a little, there was a touch of crystal clearness on the pen holder.
The mane depicts the shape of wrinkles in the vagina, and the lower abdomen is undulating. Yaoyao arches his back and wants to hug Fengheng: Hum... Hug...
Feng Heng simply abandoned the wolf's hair and threw out a water stain. He pressed himself to hug Yaoyao. His hard cock poked along the small round hole that had not yet been closed, and he stuffed his empty and itchy vagina into a full body.
The intercourse action lasted for half an hour, and Yaoyao's praise and sighs never stopped
Ah... Husband is so great... Ah...
Just like my wife, two bags are stuck outside the vagina, and as the flesh roots are inserted and pulled out and beat them at the entrance of the hole, it makes a sound of slap. Will the wife stay by my side forever?
Will...ah...you will always...then force...well...well...
Remember what you said
Feng Heng's eyes were red, and a drop of sweat drooped from his Adam's apple, dripping on Yaoyao's breasts and slid down along the peak line.
He became harder and harder as he fucked. When he sprinted, he wanted to stuff the scrotum that was not in his pubic hair into his vagina.
Ahhhh... Guiling broke into the cervix, Feng Heng's whole body stiffened, and semen spurted out, and she went to orgasm with Yaoyao, who was so moaning until her throat was hoarse.
Yaoyao raised her buttocks and sat on him, her figure soft and exhaled Youlan: How much love do you do?
More than you love me
Yaoyao was unbuttoning Feng Heng's lace-up fingers slightly paused, and the red pupils gradually faded. She tilted her head and looked at Feng Heng: Impossible
However, Feng Heng frowned and blinked as if he had woken up from a dream. When he looked at Yaoyao, the folds of his eyelids deepened a lot: What is impossible?
Yaoyao didn't answer his question, pressed her waist close to his lower abdomen: I want it
Feng Heng's eyes were slightly darker, and he pressed down on her restless honey buttocks: Here?
Um
Before he finished speaking, Feng Heng waved his hand, and the paper, pen, ink and inkstone on the desk fell to the ground. He pounced Yaoyao on the desk and touched her smooth cheek little by little: The sky is blue and the sun is blue, Yaoyao is so happy
Yaoyao raised her eyebrows, her long legs bent slightly against her legs, and she felt hot and swelling and hard through the fabric. She smiled frivolously, and her expression was in a fascinating way without any effort. Every move was extremely melodious: But my husband was hard
The servants all called her the wife, but what if Feng Heng was not her husband?
Yaoyao can always know what she likes to hear
Feng Heng thought this way, his fingers had already tear her skirt open, revealing a piece of whiteness and delicateness.
Purple kite flowers are embroidered on the lotus-colored bellyband, and the quietly blooming buds look particularly like Yaoyao's beautiful mèi
Feng Heng moved his heart, then lifted up his bellyband and lowered his head to hold the red breasts. His flexible tongue carefully depicted the shape of the areola. Under his nose was the fragrant tip of the breasts. It was not delicious enough to lick them.
The nipples gradually became hard. Feng Heng knew that the time was almost done. He opened his skirt carefully and touched Huagu along the waist of his pants.
Sure enough, it was wet as if it was raining
He tore off his underwear, now he's done, all his skirts are torn
Feng Heng...
What did you call me? The sunlight crawled in from the translucent window lattice, shining on the flawless mons pubic pubic like the top lamb fat jade in the world. Feng Heng had a light of inspiration and suddenly reached out to take a clean wolf hair
Yaoyao didn't know what he wanted to do, so she moaned unconsciously: Husband... Come in...
Didn’t you come in?
Oh! Yaoyao looked down and Feng Heng actually put a brush into her vagina!
Feng Heng...Don't...husband...ah...um...ah...ahha...
When I begged for mercy, how could there be any reluctance?
Yaoyao is almost happy and her feet are getting straight through
The thick and hard mane is soft when it encounters water, and slowly rubs and crushes the hole wall. The two thick flower lips wrapped around the slightly cool and hard pen holder. The current is transmitted from the sensitive small granulum to the depths of the flower hole, stimulating more flower liquid
Didn’t I go in? My wife was so angry that Feng Heng inserted the pen deeper, and the whole flower house tightly wrapped the pen holder like a clam shell. Watching the smooth tide in and out of the corridor, every time I pulled a little, there was a touch of crystal clearness on the pen holder.
The mane depicts the shape of wrinkles in the vagina, and the lower abdomen is undulating. Yaoyao arches his back and wants to hug Fengheng: Hum... Hug...
Feng Heng simply abandoned the wolf's hair and threw out a water stain. He pressed himself to hug Yaoyao. His hard cock poked along the small round hole that had not yet been closed, and he stuffed his empty and itchy vagina into a full body.
The intercourse action lasted for half an hour, and Yaoyao's praise and sighs never stopped
Ah... Husband is so great... Ah...
Just like my wife, two bags are stuck outside the vagina, and as the flesh roots are inserted and pulled out and beat them at the entrance of the hole, it makes a sound of slap. Will the wife stay by my side forever?
Will...ah...you will always...then force...well...well...
Remember what you said
Feng Heng's eyes were red, and a drop of sweat drooped from his Adam's apple, dripping on Yaoyao's breasts and slid down along the peak line.
He became harder and harder as he fucked. When he sprinted, he wanted to stuff the scrotum that was not in his pubic hair into his vagina.
Ahhhh... Guiling broke into the cervix, Feng Heng's whole body stiffened, and semen spurted out, and she went to orgasm with Yaoyao, who was so moaning until her throat was hoarse.
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