Chapter 56 Lingering in the pot house

Aunt Wanmei was busy cooking in the pot room. The fragrance of the dishes came to her nose. She saw her hand holding a spatula and adding ingredients to the pot with the other. Looking from her round and symmetrical back, she was a busy figure of a pretty little wife.

This figure deeply attracted me. I don’t know what kind of emotional pull I walked forward uncontrollably and hugged her from behind.

I held the plumpness on her chest with one hand, and the windy baby in my crotch just stood in her bottomless crotch. I suddenly felt a wet and wet warm current rippling, surging through my body along the veins of my body

Send me a little... She called my name lightly in a nearly moaning tone, which made people feel sorrowful, bones, and meat were all softened like dishes in the pot, softening into a river of spring water

So I hugged her tighter, and my hands began to uneasyly outline different shapes and different ambiguous lines on her chest, which made her voice flow like the rolling Yangtze River.

Give me a gift! My aunt is cooking! Don’t tease my aunt like this...

Before she finished her complete words, she began to fall into the lingering that was about to die. Well...oh... you kid, so anxious!

I rubbed my mouth against her back and whispered gently: Auntie, you are busy with yours, I am busy with mine, no matter what I have cooked to you, just cook your dishes well

How can you calm down and cook when you touch your aunt's body so much?

With a clang, the spatula in her hand fell into the pot

Seeing her at a loss, I couldn't help laughing, but my hands didn't mean to stop, and I still opened and closed and wandered on her soft body.

Send me a child... She called my name lightly again, and at this moment my name seemed to be the notes for her moaning

Send me to my son! Don't...Don't do this... Á...Um...

Another series of onomatopoeia, but at this time it sounds like blood is gushing

I haven't even entered her body, I just caressed her. That's it. If I enter her body, I might even call the concentration of Buddha Tathagata?

Aunt, please pick up the spatula. The dishes in the pot should be flipped through and it will be burnt later! In the midst of the turmoil, I didn't forget to remind her that I don't want to eat a plate of burnt dishes later

You! My aunt can't concentrate on cooking. If it is burnt, you can finish it for my aunt to eat it too.

She angrily said, while picking up the spatula and turning over the dishes in the pot, the smoke suddenly rose.

The whole pot house smells ambiguous and stir-frying. It is mixed together to form the smell of fireworks on earth. This makes me feel like home. I love this feeling so much.

The baby below teases her butt more and more lingering. Her plump butt sways left and right, rhythmically interpreting the dynamic.

She moaned: "Send me a gift! You've gotten your aunt up, how can you cook?"

This is called one-hearted and two-purpose. My aunt was still busy with her work under the charm of my ghost. This shows that my aunt has the cultivation of a saint?

I laughed, this is very skillful and flattering.

OK! Don't compliment my aunt, I can't be a saint, please don't touch me. After dinner, I will cooperate with you whatever you want, but it won't work now.

She put down the spatula, turned around, and gently pushed me away

Why can't it work? I want it now! I want it! Didn't my aunt promise to submit everything to her? Why didn't the incense stick of time go back to her?

I used my invincible spoiled ability to act spoiled, trying to dismantle her guards in full swing

At this time, the dishes in the pot were cooked. She put them on the plate, wiped them on the apron, then glared at me, and said unhappily: Auntie promised you, but she didn't say that it's OK now! You can't wait until the food is ready,... Is that better? Be good! Be obedient! Auntie has another dish and it's ready to cook.

I don’t want to wait! Auntie, let me try some dessert first!

I said in a coquettish voice, seeing her turn around and start to be busy, I hugged her from behind again, and without waiting for her to react, I freed up a hand and took advantage of the opportunity to lift her skirt up

There was also a pair of shorts in the skirt. I couldn't wait to pull the last process to the bend of her legs. I saw the gulf between her snow-white butt, and there was an incomparable temptation.

Yes, this is a mature temptation that only a mature woman can have. Her beauty is different from a rabbit. If a rabbit is a green apple, then she is a brilliant red tomato. With a little force, you can squeeze out the water.

Giving me a gift! Why are you disobedient again? My aunt is going to get angry! She is busy washing the pot, and her hands are stained with water, so she doesn't care about resisting

I took out my man's hard cock and entered her body with lightning speed...