Although the back garden of Feng Mansion is exquisite, it is not too big after all. Zhang Ada basically took a few steps and took a few bites of fruit snacks prepared by Feng Mansion.
At a banquet where no one knows him, he is also very relaxed and relaxed in a different party, and he listens to the talented man bragging.
However, Zhang Adake was not just enjoying the scenery. He glanced at the crowd from time to time, paying attention to Li Huaxi's movements, and secondly, looking for whether Song Qian came here to attend the meeting.
As for the few men and women who are as popular as Li Huaxi, Zhang Ada has no interest in getting close to him, so as not to cause trouble for Li Huaxi and cause trouble.
After some time, more people participated in the poetry and painting meeting, and Zhang Ada waited until the goal appeared without disappointing expectations!
I saw Song Qian appearing in the pavilion in a clean and simple dress, looking very low-key
Zhang Ada saw what he said to Feng Zhuyun, chatted for a few words and said goodbye to her, and walked around the courtyard casually, and soon walked into a somewhat hidden path.
Seeing this, Zhang Ada followed immediately. When he walked in, he found a sign in front of the archway connected to the path, with the words "Please do not move forward", but Song Qian could not be seen around him.
Zhang Ada knew that Song Qian had entered the inner courtyard, so he cheered up, hid the sign first, and sneaked in with him quietly.
Along the way, Zhang Ada followed Song Qian's back from afar
Originally, he planned to pass through the flowers and plants, but later he found that there was no need at all
After following several corridors, Zhang Ada did not encounter anyone blocking the road.
I don't know if the servants in the mansion were called to maintain the poetry and painting meeting, or if someone had made arrangements in advance
Just as he reached the corner and walked closer, Zhang Ada suddenly heard someone talking. He quickly lowered his pace and leaned against the wall to hold his breath.
After a little listening, it turned out that a maid stopped Song Qian.
... Please take some time for my master. My family owner said it, just a little talk. Besides, the distance is very close, so it will not delay the young master for how long it will take.
Well, let's help the girl lead the way. After Song Qian finished speaking, Zhang Ada heard two footsteps leaving
After observing that there was no one around, Zhang Ada continued to follow
But as the maid in the lead said, just after passing two rooms, she brought Song Qian into an inconspicuous separate hut
After Song Qian entered, the maid sat down in the corridor not far from the front of the house and rested, guarding the people passing by nearby
Zhang Ada observed briefly and found that the maid was not very attentive. She seemed to know that no one would disturb her. She took out a booklet from her arms, looked at it for a while before glanced at the surroundings.
Although it was broad daylight at this time, there was only a distracted little maid guarding around. It would be impossible to overcome Zhang Ada if he wanted to pass her.
With the protection of green plants, Zhang Ada came to the back of the house, looked around, and found that a corner of the roof was blocked by the canopy of a dense tree.
Zhang Ada thought about it briefly, then took a deep breath, his whole movements were as light as a raccoon cat, stepped on the back wall and kicked back, and his voice slightly grabbed the edge of the wall, thus climbing up to the roof.
Listening to the buzzing sound of someone talking from below, Zhang Ada tiptoed to the top of the sound, quietly uncovered the tiles and looked inside the house.
I saw a simple house with an ordinary long wooden bench. Song Qian was sitting on it, leaning back and leaning his arms against the table behind him.
The plain white long gown he was wearing had been lifted away and put it on the outside of his thighs. His legs were spread out on the left and right, and the pants inside had already taken off to his ankles.
On his bare left and right thighs, he had a white and tender little hand on each. At this moment, a head with a woman's hair tied with two golden jade shaking hairpins was shaking between his crotch, causing Song Qian's erect penis to keep spitting
Hiss...Madam, how do you know I will come to the mansion today? Song Qian took a breath and looked down at the beautiful woman who was swallowing his cock in her crotch. She didn't know that there were eyes on her head peeking at her
Hearing this, the woman spit out the cock from her mouth, reached out to hold the wet rod body, and stroking it with a light and familiar way.
His eyes were blank with dissatisfaction and said coquettishly: Still calling me a wife?
She was a little nervous when she was in the Feng Mansion. She forgot for a moment, don't blame her young mother. Song Qian hurriedly said
Hearing Song Qian's words, the woman named Youniang nodded with satisfaction, and supported Yanggen, the man in front of her with her other hand, serving:
I saw Yun'er preparing for today's banquet early in the morning, so I chatted with her casually. Seeing her impatient little look, how could I know that your enemy is coming today?
Young Mother, since you know that Zhu Yun is looking forward to meeting her today, why did you call me over? She can't see me later, if you come here... Song Qian was interrupted before he finished speaking
The woman stood up, pulled the belt around her waist, and her exquisite and elegant robe slid to the ground, and she was naked inside!
Zhang Ada looked down at the bottom, and couldn't help but feel a little restless under his crotch.
Although this woman couldn't see her appearance clearly or her age, her figure was indeed bulging and squinting, plump and attractive!
The woman was obviously very satisfied when she saw Song Qian in front of her looking straight at her snow-white naked body and unable to speak.
Then he twisted his body gracefully, with his back facing Song Qian, bent his knees and swayed his snow-white and round buttocks left and right, and supported Song Qian's thighs with both hands and stretched his butt between Song Qian's crotch.
Zhang Ada couldn't help swallowing a mouthful, and he was secretly unhappy with Song Qian's beauty. Such a lustful and seductive coquettish woman was actually the thing under his crotch.
Even Zhang Ada couldn't help but be restless, and Song Qiandai couldn't resist the attractive and beautiful meat delivered to the door!
Seeing that the woman was turning her head to look at him, she looked like she was picking her, and quickly held the stick and pointed her glans at the slit of the wet lip.
Feeling the fiery firmness between the thighs, the lady smiled lewdly, her snow-white plump buttocks sank down, and with a gurgling sound, the two of them moaned very enjoyable at the same time
Zhang Ada looked at the woman's big white butt swaying with waves of flesh entrenched between Song Qian's crotch, and occasionally grinding like a grinding disc, and then slapped again. Then he heard the words mixed with ecstasy moans sounded:
Qian'er don't worry ~ Knowing that you are coming, I have already swept the bed to greet you~ Ah~ I have been there several times with the Mr. Jiao you sent! Qian'er doesn't have to endure it, just ejaculate in quickly. I can't hold on for a moment and then I'll have to... Ah~ Yes~
It's going to be happy~
Song Qian didn't care about anything else. After hearing the woman's words, his desire rose. He supported the table with his arms and thrust his penis hard, responding to the wife's active impact, and immediately slapped the flesh and blood!
The woman was even more cheerful and moaning, her voice so loud that she couldn't help but close her mouth tightly, but she couldn't stand the lover's cock and showed a few very happy moans from time to time
However, Song Qian was just a scholar after all, and his strength in his waist and abdomen could not support such a laborious movement. After two or three minutes, he sat down and rested, allowing the woman to shake her butt and put the cock under her crotch.
Well~ Yes~ Qian'er, do you prefer my slave or Zhuyun Ah? The woman seemed a little tired, and her slightly sweaty peach buttocks sat between Song Qian's crotch, twisting her butt to draw circles
Song Qian was gasping for breath, and he split his hand to grab the peach buttocks pressed on his crotch, and grabbed and rubbed them like he was venting.
Hearing the woman's question, he couldn't help but slap her hard and said: How do you ask me to answer this? How can I have a mother in the world who competes for favor with her daughter?
Ah!~If it weren't for your enemy, I would have come to ask you if I was so evil~ I slapped on my buttocks, and the woman couldn't help but scream in pain, and then she said a little resentful
Song Qian was also afraid of causing the governor's wife to be dissatisfied, so he stroked the place where he had just beaten, trying to change the topic: Young Mother, if I ask you, who are you more in love with your husband, how can you answer?
The woman was slightly silent and then said softly: Although the master is already a little old and can't be as romantic as a young man, he is the husband of my family after all. In recent years, we are also supporting each other and have a deep relationship...
Hearing this, Zhang Ada couldn't help but feel a little sigh. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Feng was not that bad. Although she made a mistake, she still cared about her husband.
When Song Qian heard this, he felt a little uneasy. He was about to follow Mrs. Feng's words and heard her continue:
If Qian'er must know who I love more... Then as long as you pour the white hot soup porridge into my stomach, I will not be able to hold anyone else in my heart~
Zhang Ada's eyes twitched slightly. His eyes looked at Mrs. Feng's buttocks that had never stopped since just now. He couldn't help but examine himself. Remember not to believe women's lies in the future.
Song Qian had just figured out the lines he had blocked back. Not only that, Mrs. Feng also pulled back the topic he planned to circumvent: Qian'er, I have already answered, why did you say Ah?
Young mother treats me with deep affection and friendship. How can I not fall in love with you in the lower Mingyanwu? Song Qian could only answer with a touching face. In order to make himself look more sincere, he also put his hands on Mrs. Feng's waist and hugged her tightly in his arms.
Qian'er... Mrs. Feng also leaned on Song Qian with affection, held the lover's hand, and placed it on her round breasts
I am... When I think of you, I secretly take out the paintings you drew for me, and I am meeting you in my dreams...
Song Qian was rubbing Mrs. Feng's soft breasts. When he heard her words, his face froze and he hurriedly said:
Young mom, you must hide those paintings, if someone discovers them...
Mrs. Feng couldn't help frowning when she heard Song Qian's sudden disgraceful words, but she didn't get angry. After all, the cock that made her happy was still stuffed into her body.
Oh, I don’t know how to hide our erotic pictures in the bedroom. Don’t worry, I hid the painting in the room where the master placed antiques. There was a bottle inside that had a secret lattice. I also accidentally discovered that no one except me knew it!
Ah? If one day happens to Mr. Feng also go to see the antiques...
None of those antiques was collected by him, and they were all given by others. Not to mention that the master would go to see them, if I hadn't been to the room occasionally, no one would have taken care of it!
That's good, that's good...
Seeing that Song Qian finally felt relieved, Mrs. Feng blinked her eyes and began to gently thrust her butt, and said in a low voice:
Qian'er, it seems that the bandits in the north have started to make trouble again recently. The master often follows the town and guards everywhere. I am bored in the mansion. When will I accompany me to enjoy the flowers and stroll around...
Listening to Mrs. Feng's words, Song Qian didn't know what the other party meant by watching flowers and strolling around!
The tight and comfortable pleasure came from the cock under his crotch. Song Qian couldn't help but wonder how comfortable it would be to take Mrs. Feng out for rape. If it weren't for being in Feng's mansion at this moment, he would still be in the private meeting of Feng Zhuyun...
Song Qian couldn't help but glared at him, and then he realized that it was not the time to chat leisurely, and quickly said:
Young mom, now is not the time to talk. I wait for the two days to see the time. If I have the chance, I will still use the old method to get together.
While letting Song Qian help her up and let her stand on the table, Mrs. Feng asked: Should I use a kite to report the message? Then where will we meet?
Song Qian stuffed the hem of his clothes into his waist, pressed Mrs. Feng's waist, and asked her to stick out her butt with her back to her, then held her penis with one hand, and pushed her butt, saying: You can still go to Xunxiang Pavilion to buy rouge and water powder, I will send someone a message to you
Oh~ Then you want to make an appointment with me earlier, I don’t want to be with you before going home soon~Ah~
Exercise force~ Mrs. Feng raised her head with a full face, her plump breasts hanged on her chest, and she waved her breasts as she moved.
Song Qian held a breath and hugged the buttocks of Mrs. Feng, who was full of charm in front of him, fucked hard, and whipped her buttocks casually, making a crisp sound: I know if the young mother doesn't say it, you don't have to wait early in the morning, just check it out every afternoon.
Ah~Ah~UmAh~Um~Um~Ah~Um~UmAh!I'm going to go~Ah~Ah~I'm so beautiful~UmAh!
Mrs. Feng's waist collapsed, and her head, which was tied with a woman's bun, was also hanging between her arms. The two golden steps on her head were shaking with the impact of Song Qian behind her, as if she was about to fall off!
Zhang Ada looked at Mrs. Feng's snow-white and slender waist and her high peach buttocks and rubbed her chin. Thinking of her well-behaved maid Xiaolu, she found that it was indeed such a fat and thin person. The ladies who were pampered and had a desire to conquer.
Seeing that Song Qianzhen had a sprint and vented his desires into Mrs. Feng's body, both of them reached orgasm, Zhang Ada couldn't help but think of it in his heart.
Song Qian not only needs to collect the debts that he lured and humiliated Li Yudie, but also needs to collect some interest back!
After thinking for a moment, before Song Qian and Mrs. Feng Mingjin took the troops and packed up, Zhang Ada had already followed the way he came and returned to the garden smoothly. In the middle, he did not forget to re-placing the hidden signs that were forbidden to enter.
Song Qian must clean up this, but before that, Zhang Ada must find out the reason why he approached the back house of Li's mansion before that,
This time, he accidentally peeked at his affair with Mrs. Feng, which gave Zhang Ada a breakthrough, so he gave up the idea of taking the risk of following Song Qian and Feng Zhuyun. He thought about Cute Ya's plan just now in his mind. Along the way, he remembered the terrain of Feng's backyard that he could see in his heart.
Zhang Ada looked at the courtyard where there were suddenly fewer people, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He walked along the corridor and found that a banquet for paintings and poetry was being held in the banquet pavilion.
He did not enter directly, but looked outside and did not find Li Huaxi's figure.
Thinking of her previous instructions, Zhang Ada found a little maid and asked, and then received a positive reply.
The little maid was carrying a tray to deliver wine. Zhang Ada didn't bother her to lead the way. She just asked about the location of the small hall of the Painting Art Hall arranged by Feng Zhuyun. He walked around the banquet hall and walked along the secluded corridor on the edge of the inner courtyard.
At a banquet where no one knows him, he is also very relaxed and relaxed in a different party, and he listens to the talented man bragging.
However, Zhang Adake was not just enjoying the scenery. He glanced at the crowd from time to time, paying attention to Li Huaxi's movements, and secondly, looking for whether Song Qian came here to attend the meeting.
As for the few men and women who are as popular as Li Huaxi, Zhang Ada has no interest in getting close to him, so as not to cause trouble for Li Huaxi and cause trouble.
After some time, more people participated in the poetry and painting meeting, and Zhang Ada waited until the goal appeared without disappointing expectations!
I saw Song Qian appearing in the pavilion in a clean and simple dress, looking very low-key
Zhang Ada saw what he said to Feng Zhuyun, chatted for a few words and said goodbye to her, and walked around the courtyard casually, and soon walked into a somewhat hidden path.
Seeing this, Zhang Ada followed immediately. When he walked in, he found a sign in front of the archway connected to the path, with the words "Please do not move forward", but Song Qian could not be seen around him.
Zhang Ada knew that Song Qian had entered the inner courtyard, so he cheered up, hid the sign first, and sneaked in with him quietly.
Along the way, Zhang Ada followed Song Qian's back from afar
Originally, he planned to pass through the flowers and plants, but later he found that there was no need at all
After following several corridors, Zhang Ada did not encounter anyone blocking the road.
I don't know if the servants in the mansion were called to maintain the poetry and painting meeting, or if someone had made arrangements in advance
Just as he reached the corner and walked closer, Zhang Ada suddenly heard someone talking. He quickly lowered his pace and leaned against the wall to hold his breath.
After a little listening, it turned out that a maid stopped Song Qian.
... Please take some time for my master. My family owner said it, just a little talk. Besides, the distance is very close, so it will not delay the young master for how long it will take.
Well, let's help the girl lead the way. After Song Qian finished speaking, Zhang Ada heard two footsteps leaving
After observing that there was no one around, Zhang Ada continued to follow
But as the maid in the lead said, just after passing two rooms, she brought Song Qian into an inconspicuous separate hut
After Song Qian entered, the maid sat down in the corridor not far from the front of the house and rested, guarding the people passing by nearby
Zhang Ada observed briefly and found that the maid was not very attentive. She seemed to know that no one would disturb her. She took out a booklet from her arms, looked at it for a while before glanced at the surroundings.
Although it was broad daylight at this time, there was only a distracted little maid guarding around. It would be impossible to overcome Zhang Ada if he wanted to pass her.
With the protection of green plants, Zhang Ada came to the back of the house, looked around, and found that a corner of the roof was blocked by the canopy of a dense tree.
Zhang Ada thought about it briefly, then took a deep breath, his whole movements were as light as a raccoon cat, stepped on the back wall and kicked back, and his voice slightly grabbed the edge of the wall, thus climbing up to the roof.
Listening to the buzzing sound of someone talking from below, Zhang Ada tiptoed to the top of the sound, quietly uncovered the tiles and looked inside the house.
I saw a simple house with an ordinary long wooden bench. Song Qian was sitting on it, leaning back and leaning his arms against the table behind him.
The plain white long gown he was wearing had been lifted away and put it on the outside of his thighs. His legs were spread out on the left and right, and the pants inside had already taken off to his ankles.
On his bare left and right thighs, he had a white and tender little hand on each. At this moment, a head with a woman's hair tied with two golden jade shaking hairpins was shaking between his crotch, causing Song Qian's erect penis to keep spitting
Hiss...Madam, how do you know I will come to the mansion today? Song Qian took a breath and looked down at the beautiful woman who was swallowing his cock in her crotch. She didn't know that there were eyes on her head peeking at her
Hearing this, the woman spit out the cock from her mouth, reached out to hold the wet rod body, and stroking it with a light and familiar way.
His eyes were blank with dissatisfaction and said coquettishly: Still calling me a wife?
She was a little nervous when she was in the Feng Mansion. She forgot for a moment, don't blame her young mother. Song Qian hurriedly said
Hearing Song Qian's words, the woman named Youniang nodded with satisfaction, and supported Yanggen, the man in front of her with her other hand, serving:
I saw Yun'er preparing for today's banquet early in the morning, so I chatted with her casually. Seeing her impatient little look, how could I know that your enemy is coming today?
Young Mother, since you know that Zhu Yun is looking forward to meeting her today, why did you call me over? She can't see me later, if you come here... Song Qian was interrupted before he finished speaking
The woman stood up, pulled the belt around her waist, and her exquisite and elegant robe slid to the ground, and she was naked inside!
Zhang Ada looked down at the bottom, and couldn't help but feel a little restless under his crotch.
Although this woman couldn't see her appearance clearly or her age, her figure was indeed bulging and squinting, plump and attractive!
The woman was obviously very satisfied when she saw Song Qian in front of her looking straight at her snow-white naked body and unable to speak.
Then he twisted his body gracefully, with his back facing Song Qian, bent his knees and swayed his snow-white and round buttocks left and right, and supported Song Qian's thighs with both hands and stretched his butt between Song Qian's crotch.
Zhang Ada couldn't help swallowing a mouthful, and he was secretly unhappy with Song Qian's beauty. Such a lustful and seductive coquettish woman was actually the thing under his crotch.
Even Zhang Ada couldn't help but be restless, and Song Qiandai couldn't resist the attractive and beautiful meat delivered to the door!
Seeing that the woman was turning her head to look at him, she looked like she was picking her, and quickly held the stick and pointed her glans at the slit of the wet lip.
Feeling the fiery firmness between the thighs, the lady smiled lewdly, her snow-white plump buttocks sank down, and with a gurgling sound, the two of them moaned very enjoyable at the same time
Zhang Ada looked at the woman's big white butt swaying with waves of flesh entrenched between Song Qian's crotch, and occasionally grinding like a grinding disc, and then slapped again. Then he heard the words mixed with ecstasy moans sounded:
Qian'er don't worry ~ Knowing that you are coming, I have already swept the bed to greet you~ Ah~ I have been there several times with the Mr. Jiao you sent! Qian'er doesn't have to endure it, just ejaculate in quickly. I can't hold on for a moment and then I'll have to... Ah~ Yes~
It's going to be happy~
Song Qian didn't care about anything else. After hearing the woman's words, his desire rose. He supported the table with his arms and thrust his penis hard, responding to the wife's active impact, and immediately slapped the flesh and blood!
The woman was even more cheerful and moaning, her voice so loud that she couldn't help but close her mouth tightly, but she couldn't stand the lover's cock and showed a few very happy moans from time to time
However, Song Qian was just a scholar after all, and his strength in his waist and abdomen could not support such a laborious movement. After two or three minutes, he sat down and rested, allowing the woman to shake her butt and put the cock under her crotch.
Well~ Yes~ Qian'er, do you prefer my slave or Zhuyun Ah? The woman seemed a little tired, and her slightly sweaty peach buttocks sat between Song Qian's crotch, twisting her butt to draw circles
Song Qian was gasping for breath, and he split his hand to grab the peach buttocks pressed on his crotch, and grabbed and rubbed them like he was venting.
Hearing the woman's question, he couldn't help but slap her hard and said: How do you ask me to answer this? How can I have a mother in the world who competes for favor with her daughter?
Ah!~If it weren't for your enemy, I would have come to ask you if I was so evil~ I slapped on my buttocks, and the woman couldn't help but scream in pain, and then she said a little resentful
Song Qian was also afraid of causing the governor's wife to be dissatisfied, so he stroked the place where he had just beaten, trying to change the topic: Young Mother, if I ask you, who are you more in love with your husband, how can you answer?
The woman was slightly silent and then said softly: Although the master is already a little old and can't be as romantic as a young man, he is the husband of my family after all. In recent years, we are also supporting each other and have a deep relationship...
Hearing this, Zhang Ada couldn't help but feel a little sigh. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Feng was not that bad. Although she made a mistake, she still cared about her husband.
When Song Qian heard this, he felt a little uneasy. He was about to follow Mrs. Feng's words and heard her continue:
If Qian'er must know who I love more... Then as long as you pour the white hot soup porridge into my stomach, I will not be able to hold anyone else in my heart~
Zhang Ada's eyes twitched slightly. His eyes looked at Mrs. Feng's buttocks that had never stopped since just now. He couldn't help but examine himself. Remember not to believe women's lies in the future.
Song Qian had just figured out the lines he had blocked back. Not only that, Mrs. Feng also pulled back the topic he planned to circumvent: Qian'er, I have already answered, why did you say Ah?
Young mother treats me with deep affection and friendship. How can I not fall in love with you in the lower Mingyanwu? Song Qian could only answer with a touching face. In order to make himself look more sincere, he also put his hands on Mrs. Feng's waist and hugged her tightly in his arms.
Qian'er... Mrs. Feng also leaned on Song Qian with affection, held the lover's hand, and placed it on her round breasts
I am... When I think of you, I secretly take out the paintings you drew for me, and I am meeting you in my dreams...
Song Qian was rubbing Mrs. Feng's soft breasts. When he heard her words, his face froze and he hurriedly said:
Young mom, you must hide those paintings, if someone discovers them...
Mrs. Feng couldn't help frowning when she heard Song Qian's sudden disgraceful words, but she didn't get angry. After all, the cock that made her happy was still stuffed into her body.
Oh, I don’t know how to hide our erotic pictures in the bedroom. Don’t worry, I hid the painting in the room where the master placed antiques. There was a bottle inside that had a secret lattice. I also accidentally discovered that no one except me knew it!
Ah? If one day happens to Mr. Feng also go to see the antiques...
None of those antiques was collected by him, and they were all given by others. Not to mention that the master would go to see them, if I hadn't been to the room occasionally, no one would have taken care of it!
That's good, that's good...
Seeing that Song Qian finally felt relieved, Mrs. Feng blinked her eyes and began to gently thrust her butt, and said in a low voice:
Qian'er, it seems that the bandits in the north have started to make trouble again recently. The master often follows the town and guards everywhere. I am bored in the mansion. When will I accompany me to enjoy the flowers and stroll around...
Listening to Mrs. Feng's words, Song Qian didn't know what the other party meant by watching flowers and strolling around!
The tight and comfortable pleasure came from the cock under his crotch. Song Qian couldn't help but wonder how comfortable it would be to take Mrs. Feng out for rape. If it weren't for being in Feng's mansion at this moment, he would still be in the private meeting of Feng Zhuyun...
Song Qian couldn't help but glared at him, and then he realized that it was not the time to chat leisurely, and quickly said:
Young mom, now is not the time to talk. I wait for the two days to see the time. If I have the chance, I will still use the old method to get together.
While letting Song Qian help her up and let her stand on the table, Mrs. Feng asked: Should I use a kite to report the message? Then where will we meet?
Song Qian stuffed the hem of his clothes into his waist, pressed Mrs. Feng's waist, and asked her to stick out her butt with her back to her, then held her penis with one hand, and pushed her butt, saying: You can still go to Xunxiang Pavilion to buy rouge and water powder, I will send someone a message to you
Oh~ Then you want to make an appointment with me earlier, I don’t want to be with you before going home soon~Ah~
Exercise force~ Mrs. Feng raised her head with a full face, her plump breasts hanged on her chest, and she waved her breasts as she moved.
Song Qian held a breath and hugged the buttocks of Mrs. Feng, who was full of charm in front of him, fucked hard, and whipped her buttocks casually, making a crisp sound: I know if the young mother doesn't say it, you don't have to wait early in the morning, just check it out every afternoon.
Ah~Ah~UmAh~Um~Um~Ah~Um~UmAh!I'm going to go~Ah~Ah~I'm so beautiful~UmAh!
Mrs. Feng's waist collapsed, and her head, which was tied with a woman's bun, was also hanging between her arms. The two golden steps on her head were shaking with the impact of Song Qian behind her, as if she was about to fall off!
Zhang Ada looked at Mrs. Feng's snow-white and slender waist and her high peach buttocks and rubbed her chin. Thinking of her well-behaved maid Xiaolu, she found that it was indeed such a fat and thin person. The ladies who were pampered and had a desire to conquer.
Seeing that Song Qianzhen had a sprint and vented his desires into Mrs. Feng's body, both of them reached orgasm, Zhang Ada couldn't help but think of it in his heart.
Song Qian not only needs to collect the debts that he lured and humiliated Li Yudie, but also needs to collect some interest back!
After thinking for a moment, before Song Qian and Mrs. Feng Mingjin took the troops and packed up, Zhang Ada had already followed the way he came and returned to the garden smoothly. In the middle, he did not forget to re-placing the hidden signs that were forbidden to enter.
Song Qian must clean up this, but before that, Zhang Ada must find out the reason why he approached the back house of Li's mansion before that,
This time, he accidentally peeked at his affair with Mrs. Feng, which gave Zhang Ada a breakthrough, so he gave up the idea of taking the risk of following Song Qian and Feng Zhuyun. He thought about Cute Ya's plan just now in his mind. Along the way, he remembered the terrain of Feng's backyard that he could see in his heart.
Zhang Ada looked at the courtyard where there were suddenly fewer people, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He walked along the corridor and found that a banquet for paintings and poetry was being held in the banquet pavilion.
He did not enter directly, but looked outside and did not find Li Huaxi's figure.
Thinking of her previous instructions, Zhang Ada found a little maid and asked, and then received a positive reply.
The little maid was carrying a tray to deliver wine. Zhang Ada didn't bother her to lead the way. She just asked about the location of the small hall of the Painting Art Hall arranged by Feng Zhuyun. He walked around the banquet hall and walked along the secluded corridor on the edge of the inner courtyard.
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