Zhou XiaoYàn had an account in the securities company and transferred the payment from the central bank to the center. She suddenly felt relieved.
The afternoon sun shone directly on people, and soon she felt very uncomfortable in sweat. She gritted her teeth and called a taxi, and rushed home in a hurry
When Zhou XiaoYàn was alone, she seemed to have a good life
Every month, I can't get a salary of four or five thousand yuan, I can work well at work, eat, drink, play, beauty and fitness after work, and sometimes I have the opportunity to make some extra money, and I have all the right food, food, clothing, housing and transportation. I can make a handful of mahjong that I pay 100 yuan each to my daily level. I can buy clothes worth about 500 yuan without blinking.
But after living with Lynch, he had no job and showed financial difficulties. In addition to spending some money on his face and keeping his youthful tail, most of them were reluctant to waste such bloodshed.
In the apartment, Lynch was sleeping with his shirtless upper body, with some books on securities piled up beside him, and several books were scattered on the ground.
Zhou XiaoYàn looked at his face, and seemed to be weighing something in his dream. He was not sleeping soundly in the bed in this apartment, like a wet swaddle.
Zhou XiaoYàn knew that even though he was asleep, the world outside the apartment was still awake, and he was awake passionately.
Everyone is busy happily, every office building is filled with companies of all sizes, and every company is busy doing business
Many people get rich overnight
All units are looking for excuses to distribute things to employees. Every day when going to work, there seems to be surprises. The whole city is like celebrating the festival every day. Everyone, regardless of whether they have already felt the money, will take advantage of it.
Zhou XiaoYàn happily woke up the young Lynch from his dream, stuck the shareholder account and funds in his hand and shook it in front of him. Lynch suddenly rose up and hugged her whole body and the two certificates into his arms. He said loudly in surprise: You have done it. Zhou XiaoYàn nodded, and his lips were lit on her pink and white face, kissing with wet saliva and strange excitement. There was a desire everywhere in the room. They hugged, and the hugged became tighter and tighter. Both bodies became lighter and softer, until blood rose from the soles of their feet and filled their heads. The buzzing sound was floating in their ears.
At this time, Lynch was extremely excited. On his spacious square underwear, the thing swollen, and he supported the white pants like a tent. His hands wandered around her Zhou XiaoYàn and caressed her freely through her clothes.
Zhou XiaoYàn panted and tried hard to break free from his tricks: I was sweating all over, I had to take a shower. He rolled her skirt to his waist deafly, and took off his underwear. He thrust the huge thing violently, and poked into the place where she had been wet.
Zhou XiaoYàn's underwear was still on her knees, tying awkwardly binding her legs. She shouted: Why are you so anxious, but he still burys his head and fucks like a hard laborer. The thing thrust out of her place with a crazy force, lit up her secret blue spark. She felt the petals gradually become thick and hot.
Zhou XiaoYàn was afraid of wrinkling her clothes, so she stood stiff and dared not move. Her whole body curled up like a tied brown, allowing Lynch to hit her freely. Lynch's passionate sprint quickly infected Zhou XiaoYàn. Although the underwear on her knees made her unable to do whatever she wanted, she still pushed her fat white butt hard to meet his thrust. The thing she was dancing diligently made her feel full and happy inside. The invisible tentacles extended around her body. There were some illusions like flowers in her mind. The wall muscles inside her were contracting. She knew that she was getting better while he was thrusting.
But Lynch collapsed quickly. When his thing was beating, Zhou XiaoYàn moaned like crying and shouted: Don't stop, no, I'm not enough. Lynch still ejaculated, he was too excited.
After finishing, Lynch made dinner for her with her tired body. Zhou XiaoYàn lay on the bed and was stunned for a while, listening to the sizzling sound of the oil in the kitchen put in the pot, and the sound of the lid falling to the ground with a bang.
Now she was most eager to meet the stock trading king Du Qipeng. Since he had eaten that day, he had not called her first. Zhou XiaoYàn remembered that he gave him a number before he got drunk, and she even thought about dealing with his troubles.
Zhou XiaoYàn has no good feelings for him, but he will never tolerate a healthy man's indifference to him, and this man will lead them to run in the ideal direction.
Zhou XiaoYàn lay on the bed and called Du Qipeng. He said he was playing tennis and asked her if she was interested.
Without thinking, she agreed and jumped up from the bed as if injecting stimulant.
She stripped her clothes naked and searched in the bedroom closet naked. She was hesitant about what kind of clothes she was wearing. Seeing Lynch holding a pot and spoon in his hand, she asked him: What do I want to wear when playing tennis
T-shirt, short skirt After he finished speaking, he took out her clothes in the closet. She said to him while putting on her clothes: Hurry up, take you to see someone, and you have to finish your meal. Lynch asked, Zhou XiaoYàn said: Hurry up, don't eat anymore
Although it is almost dusk, the southern sky is usually sunny
The sun is shrouded in dispersed light, soft as boneless, like a woman who is sleeping late, endless laziness
Zhou XiaoYàn and Lynch came to a high-end club, far away from the hustle and noisy city, there were several beautiful villas, a lake with faint waves, a large green grass, several tennis courts were drawn, and there were long rows of five-color parasols on the side of the court, and under the umbrella were white leisurely tables and chairs.
Everyone under the sun, everyone's face is as bright as butter. The happy life of those who are free and rich is fully reflected in the overflowing fat and the pile of fat on the belt. Therefore, a series of activities related to fat removal, such as bowling, golf, tennis, etc., also grow rapidly like subcutaneous fat.
Fortunately, Du Qipeng is not a fat person, and he is even a little thin.
When they found Du Qipeng in a venue in the middle, they were already sweating profusely, their sportswear was soaked, and they were just a pair of pants left.
When he saw Zhou XiaoYàn, Du Qipeng waved at her and continued to fight with a woman opposite him. Zhou XiaoYàn walked to the table boredly, but Lynch was interested in paying attention to their running back and forth.
Finally, they finished the game, Du Qipeng chewed the incense glue and greeted Zhou XiaoYàn calmly.
Teacher Du, I brought you a student. Zhou XiaoYàn smiled and said, he glanced at Lynch with a slant of his eyes: Your cousin? Of course, Zhou XiaoYàn answered, seemingly lacking confidence
Can you fight? Du Qipeng asked Lynch again. Lynch nodded, Du Qipeng approached him and handed him the racket in his hand.
Lynch has never liked to meet and shake hands and perform official etiquette, so when Du Qipeng said you to come on, I will retreat, he took the beat and entered the center of the venue, shouting, "Look at the ball!" Then he sent the ball over with a bang.
The other woman caught off guard, swaying her chest and flashing her breasts like a hill, and said with a smile, "Yes, the visitor is not good!" Du Qipeng echoed: It's Ah, be careful, this is a master! Zhou XiaoYàn winked at Lynch, letting him understand that being more at ease can't make people run so hard. The ball must be fed just right and ambitious. After all, they are here to train now, not to be conquerors.
Ah, I haven't been hit for a long time, and the strength is not controlled well! Du Qipeng deliberately rubbed his wrist and shook his arms, and did a few chest expansion movements. He proved that his muscles were still very developed in front of Zhou XiaoYàn. He led her to the chair next to him.
Her name is Chen Yu. She followed me to trade stocks two years ago. Now she has a net worth over one million. Du Qipeng drank mineral water and pointed at the woman in the market and said, Zhou XiaoYàn took a breath and said jealously: You are really doing your best. So now she often follows me closely. I have a green face and fangs. Du Qipeng proudly, Zhou XiaoYàn smiled and said: "Can't you go to bed too, she is a married woman." He said it lightly.
Zhao Ying's home is in the bedroom, and Lao Guo is wearing a tie in front of the mirror. It seems that he is about to go out. The city is holding a grand celebration. Many things are so busy that he dare not delay at home for a while.
The room was full of the strong smell of kodan. Zhao Ying was finishing her toes, and her two smooth feet were pointedly raised, waiting for the nail polish to dry. The two snow-white feet seemed to have just been on the snatch, and the fingertips were broken, and blood was dripping.
Why did you make these fancy things like those girls? Lao Guo said in the mirror that he was referring to the stockings and underwear placed on the dressing table, all of which were black mesh stockings and gorgeous thong underwear. Zhao Ying said unhappily: Do you think I'm old? No, no, he said with a laugh.
It's getting colder at night, so you bring more clothes. She felt a little guilty because of her son, so she was so close and considerate to her husband. But the two of them couldn't think of anything at the moment.
Unfortunately, Zhao Ying, who has always been delicate and rich in feelings, fell into a vacuum at this age, and there was not even a life-saving straw man, let alone passionate love. Her loneliness can be imagined, so she fell into unprecedented desire for her body's emptiness and loss.
She dug a trap and waited for her prey, but she didn't expect that the one who fell in was a strong and passionate male animal like her son, which was a timely help.
Zhao Ying was secretly happy in her heart. The appearance of her son Guo Ye was simply God's pity for her cold body during this period.
They were like dry firewood and Liehuo. When they first had physical contact, they felt in love and then the flames and bears were in love.
The process went so smoothly that even they couldn't believe it. They were so excited that they thought there was nothing in this world. However, the moment they reached the peak, Zhao Ying's reason suddenly realized that there was a deep valley ahead and was confused.
Although Zhao Ying was confused about her son's ethics, she still warned herself that being able to have today is extravagant and not being confused again in the future.
But his son Guo Ye was frequently satisfied with her and had an objection to her sudden indifference, saying that she didn't care whether his emotions could bear them or not, and only treated him as a tool to vent his lust, and only selfishly satisfying himself
Zhao Ying thought to herself and felt a little ashamed. She needs are like wolves and tigers. She is really old.
So she stopped restraining and continued to indulge her lust. Guo Ye was also in a state of momentum, as if she had a baby, she kept starving. Now she let go of her stomach and swallowed her voraciously.
In this way, the two of them were evenly matched, and after this period of time, they were almost in harmony.
The sound of the car horn sounded outside the door, and the car that picked him up came. Old Guo left with a briefcase. He left, Zhao Ying and his son had free time to move, and the space for activity was wider. At the moment he closed the door, Guo Ye couldn't wait to rush into the bedroom. He hugged Zhao Ying with his ventilated hug. The four-petal lips of the two quickly stuck to one piece. When he brought Zhao Ying to the wide and soft bed, the first note of the first movement of the symphony music was played. Guo Ye, who was wearing his upper body and only underwear, suddenly took off Zhao Ying's underwear, took out the thing he had already been angry and arched it between her legs. Zhao Ying hurriedly blocked it with his hands. Half of the swelling thing was left outside. Guo Ye's things were too huge. When he rushed in, Zhao Ying felt a little full pain and screamed:Please slow down, gentler, I'm not ready yet
Guo Ye stopped pushing obediently, and his hands began to wander on her chest from Zhao Ying's neck, playing with her towering breasts. As his fingers plucked on her nipples, Zhao Ying's emotions gradually penetrated, and there was a warm wetness in her place. She couldn't help but twist her butt. He understood and inserted some of the things into them, and then slowly started to thrust.Happiness swept over like waves, Zhao Ying's body slowly entered the good situation under his tune. She began to hum freely, like a lingering violin, melodious and melodious, like crying and complaining. From time to time, there were Guo Ye's refreshing sighs and two crisp sighs, like a soft embellishment of piano music. Guo Ye, a musician, and Zhao Ying, a mother, had their eyes closed, and they were caught in the beautiful melody they played.
She was tumbling under him, and his thrust suddenly started. The thing flew up and down and arched left and right, just like her two petals of fleshy lips were his keys. He played with his thing, and she then made notes of different tones, either long or short, or high or low, and his playing suddenly became wild, and the notes became urgent and dense; the trembling of the body made his performance fall out of standard, and happiness pulled him into her body, which was greater than the gravity of the earth.
After a while, he was panting like a cow sweating profusely. His exhausted look aroused Zhao Ying's pity and tenderness. She pulled the scarf over Chen and tried to wipe it on his forehead.
Zhao Ying's desire at this time is like an old house that is on fire, and it cannot be extinguished, even if it is said so, it is not the same.
If the wind blows harder, the faster the fire extinguishes. To make it burn more vigorously, you must master the wind direction. Methods
She said to him: You lie down and let me come up on them. They hugged and changed their positions. Zhao Ying sat on his lower abdomen with her legs spread out, while his thing stood still erect. She swung her butt and made her body sway up and down, and as she threw the pair of breasts on her chest, swaying temptingly.
The two pointed and hard nipples blinked towards their son like monster eyes. He stood up and opened his mouth and gently held them. The nipples flew into its nest like a bird. A wet warmth quickly passed to her brain. A burst of numbness filled her body. Her body jumped more happily. As her fair body trembled, the nipples flew out again. Even when flying outside, she was thinking about its nest and longed to return to its nest again.
On her son, Zhao Ying calmly grasped the direction of happiness. She was like an excellent band conductor, with the momentum and courage of a master, and was familiar with the rise, turn, inherit, merge, excitement, gentleness, speed and pause.
Guo Ye's thing was struggling hard, and sometimes thrust his waist vigorously, and then she pushed her mother's body down and pushed her hard. So she sometimes pleased him like a bitch, showing off her charm, and keeping lewd words. Sometimes she returned to herself, her heart full of lingering sincere love
The thing of his son was swelling inside her. Zhao Ying knew that it was about to launch him. She fell down on his body and lay down on the bed like a bitch. Guo Ye inserted it from behind her fat ass. This time it was even more compact and full. His hands opened her fat ass, and a finger was fiddling with her anus. The fine nerves around him never made people tease him so much, enhancing the pleasure that Zhao Ying was already hot.
She couldn't help but scream: Son, you are so good at playing, you killed your mother
Then, a thick stream of vaginal fluid came out from the inside of his abdomen. As soon as the warmth soaked on his glans, he couldn't control himself. He thrust hard and stayed at the bottom of her motionless. After a while, he felt the pounding of Huanhuan there. Then, he erupted, and the young man's semen shot up like a sea of rushing, and Zhao Ying shouted happily.
This is a performance of life, a performance of selflessness. It is not until each performer is exhausted, with sweat on his face and panting, and there is a conversation.
The afternoon sun shone directly on people, and soon she felt very uncomfortable in sweat. She gritted her teeth and called a taxi, and rushed home in a hurry
When Zhou XiaoYàn was alone, she seemed to have a good life
Every month, I can't get a salary of four or five thousand yuan, I can work well at work, eat, drink, play, beauty and fitness after work, and sometimes I have the opportunity to make some extra money, and I have all the right food, food, clothing, housing and transportation. I can make a handful of mahjong that I pay 100 yuan each to my daily level. I can buy clothes worth about 500 yuan without blinking.
But after living with Lynch, he had no job and showed financial difficulties. In addition to spending some money on his face and keeping his youthful tail, most of them were reluctant to waste such bloodshed.
In the apartment, Lynch was sleeping with his shirtless upper body, with some books on securities piled up beside him, and several books were scattered on the ground.
Zhou XiaoYàn looked at his face, and seemed to be weighing something in his dream. He was not sleeping soundly in the bed in this apartment, like a wet swaddle.
Zhou XiaoYàn knew that even though he was asleep, the world outside the apartment was still awake, and he was awake passionately.
Everyone is busy happily, every office building is filled with companies of all sizes, and every company is busy doing business
Many people get rich overnight
All units are looking for excuses to distribute things to employees. Every day when going to work, there seems to be surprises. The whole city is like celebrating the festival every day. Everyone, regardless of whether they have already felt the money, will take advantage of it.
Zhou XiaoYàn happily woke up the young Lynch from his dream, stuck the shareholder account and funds in his hand and shook it in front of him. Lynch suddenly rose up and hugged her whole body and the two certificates into his arms. He said loudly in surprise: You have done it. Zhou XiaoYàn nodded, and his lips were lit on her pink and white face, kissing with wet saliva and strange excitement. There was a desire everywhere in the room. They hugged, and the hugged became tighter and tighter. Both bodies became lighter and softer, until blood rose from the soles of their feet and filled their heads. The buzzing sound was floating in their ears.
At this time, Lynch was extremely excited. On his spacious square underwear, the thing swollen, and he supported the white pants like a tent. His hands wandered around her Zhou XiaoYàn and caressed her freely through her clothes.
Zhou XiaoYàn panted and tried hard to break free from his tricks: I was sweating all over, I had to take a shower. He rolled her skirt to his waist deafly, and took off his underwear. He thrust the huge thing violently, and poked into the place where she had been wet.
Zhou XiaoYàn's underwear was still on her knees, tying awkwardly binding her legs. She shouted: Why are you so anxious, but he still burys his head and fucks like a hard laborer. The thing thrust out of her place with a crazy force, lit up her secret blue spark. She felt the petals gradually become thick and hot.
Zhou XiaoYàn was afraid of wrinkling her clothes, so she stood stiff and dared not move. Her whole body curled up like a tied brown, allowing Lynch to hit her freely. Lynch's passionate sprint quickly infected Zhou XiaoYàn. Although the underwear on her knees made her unable to do whatever she wanted, she still pushed her fat white butt hard to meet his thrust. The thing she was dancing diligently made her feel full and happy inside. The invisible tentacles extended around her body. There were some illusions like flowers in her mind. The wall muscles inside her were contracting. She knew that she was getting better while he was thrusting.
But Lynch collapsed quickly. When his thing was beating, Zhou XiaoYàn moaned like crying and shouted: Don't stop, no, I'm not enough. Lynch still ejaculated, he was too excited.
After finishing, Lynch made dinner for her with her tired body. Zhou XiaoYàn lay on the bed and was stunned for a while, listening to the sizzling sound of the oil in the kitchen put in the pot, and the sound of the lid falling to the ground with a bang.
Now she was most eager to meet the stock trading king Du Qipeng. Since he had eaten that day, he had not called her first. Zhou XiaoYàn remembered that he gave him a number before he got drunk, and she even thought about dealing with his troubles.
Zhou XiaoYàn has no good feelings for him, but he will never tolerate a healthy man's indifference to him, and this man will lead them to run in the ideal direction.
Zhou XiaoYàn lay on the bed and called Du Qipeng. He said he was playing tennis and asked her if she was interested.
Without thinking, she agreed and jumped up from the bed as if injecting stimulant.
She stripped her clothes naked and searched in the bedroom closet naked. She was hesitant about what kind of clothes she was wearing. Seeing Lynch holding a pot and spoon in his hand, she asked him: What do I want to wear when playing tennis
T-shirt, short skirt After he finished speaking, he took out her clothes in the closet. She said to him while putting on her clothes: Hurry up, take you to see someone, and you have to finish your meal. Lynch asked, Zhou XiaoYàn said: Hurry up, don't eat anymore
Although it is almost dusk, the southern sky is usually sunny
The sun is shrouded in dispersed light, soft as boneless, like a woman who is sleeping late, endless laziness
Zhou XiaoYàn and Lynch came to a high-end club, far away from the hustle and noisy city, there were several beautiful villas, a lake with faint waves, a large green grass, several tennis courts were drawn, and there were long rows of five-color parasols on the side of the court, and under the umbrella were white leisurely tables and chairs.
Everyone under the sun, everyone's face is as bright as butter. The happy life of those who are free and rich is fully reflected in the overflowing fat and the pile of fat on the belt. Therefore, a series of activities related to fat removal, such as bowling, golf, tennis, etc., also grow rapidly like subcutaneous fat.
Fortunately, Du Qipeng is not a fat person, and he is even a little thin.
When they found Du Qipeng in a venue in the middle, they were already sweating profusely, their sportswear was soaked, and they were just a pair of pants left.
When he saw Zhou XiaoYàn, Du Qipeng waved at her and continued to fight with a woman opposite him. Zhou XiaoYàn walked to the table boredly, but Lynch was interested in paying attention to their running back and forth.
Finally, they finished the game, Du Qipeng chewed the incense glue and greeted Zhou XiaoYàn calmly.
Teacher Du, I brought you a student. Zhou XiaoYàn smiled and said, he glanced at Lynch with a slant of his eyes: Your cousin? Of course, Zhou XiaoYàn answered, seemingly lacking confidence
Can you fight? Du Qipeng asked Lynch again. Lynch nodded, Du Qipeng approached him and handed him the racket in his hand.
Lynch has never liked to meet and shake hands and perform official etiquette, so when Du Qipeng said you to come on, I will retreat, he took the beat and entered the center of the venue, shouting, "Look at the ball!" Then he sent the ball over with a bang.
The other woman caught off guard, swaying her chest and flashing her breasts like a hill, and said with a smile, "Yes, the visitor is not good!" Du Qipeng echoed: It's Ah, be careful, this is a master! Zhou XiaoYàn winked at Lynch, letting him understand that being more at ease can't make people run so hard. The ball must be fed just right and ambitious. After all, they are here to train now, not to be conquerors.
Ah, I haven't been hit for a long time, and the strength is not controlled well! Du Qipeng deliberately rubbed his wrist and shook his arms, and did a few chest expansion movements. He proved that his muscles were still very developed in front of Zhou XiaoYàn. He led her to the chair next to him.
Her name is Chen Yu. She followed me to trade stocks two years ago. Now she has a net worth over one million. Du Qipeng drank mineral water and pointed at the woman in the market and said, Zhou XiaoYàn took a breath and said jealously: You are really doing your best. So now she often follows me closely. I have a green face and fangs. Du Qipeng proudly, Zhou XiaoYàn smiled and said: "Can't you go to bed too, she is a married woman." He said it lightly.
Zhao Ying's home is in the bedroom, and Lao Guo is wearing a tie in front of the mirror. It seems that he is about to go out. The city is holding a grand celebration. Many things are so busy that he dare not delay at home for a while.
The room was full of the strong smell of kodan. Zhao Ying was finishing her toes, and her two smooth feet were pointedly raised, waiting for the nail polish to dry. The two snow-white feet seemed to have just been on the snatch, and the fingertips were broken, and blood was dripping.
Why did you make these fancy things like those girls? Lao Guo said in the mirror that he was referring to the stockings and underwear placed on the dressing table, all of which were black mesh stockings and gorgeous thong underwear. Zhao Ying said unhappily: Do you think I'm old? No, no, he said with a laugh.
It's getting colder at night, so you bring more clothes. She felt a little guilty because of her son, so she was so close and considerate to her husband. But the two of them couldn't think of anything at the moment.
Unfortunately, Zhao Ying, who has always been delicate and rich in feelings, fell into a vacuum at this age, and there was not even a life-saving straw man, let alone passionate love. Her loneliness can be imagined, so she fell into unprecedented desire for her body's emptiness and loss.
She dug a trap and waited for her prey, but she didn't expect that the one who fell in was a strong and passionate male animal like her son, which was a timely help.
Zhao Ying was secretly happy in her heart. The appearance of her son Guo Ye was simply God's pity for her cold body during this period.
They were like dry firewood and Liehuo. When they first had physical contact, they felt in love and then the flames and bears were in love.
The process went so smoothly that even they couldn't believe it. They were so excited that they thought there was nothing in this world. However, the moment they reached the peak, Zhao Ying's reason suddenly realized that there was a deep valley ahead and was confused.
Although Zhao Ying was confused about her son's ethics, she still warned herself that being able to have today is extravagant and not being confused again in the future.
But his son Guo Ye was frequently satisfied with her and had an objection to her sudden indifference, saying that she didn't care whether his emotions could bear them or not, and only treated him as a tool to vent his lust, and only selfishly satisfying himself
Zhao Ying thought to herself and felt a little ashamed. She needs are like wolves and tigers. She is really old.
So she stopped restraining and continued to indulge her lust. Guo Ye was also in a state of momentum, as if she had a baby, she kept starving. Now she let go of her stomach and swallowed her voraciously.
In this way, the two of them were evenly matched, and after this period of time, they were almost in harmony.
The sound of the car horn sounded outside the door, and the car that picked him up came. Old Guo left with a briefcase. He left, Zhao Ying and his son had free time to move, and the space for activity was wider. At the moment he closed the door, Guo Ye couldn't wait to rush into the bedroom. He hugged Zhao Ying with his ventilated hug. The four-petal lips of the two quickly stuck to one piece. When he brought Zhao Ying to the wide and soft bed, the first note of the first movement of the symphony music was played. Guo Ye, who was wearing his upper body and only underwear, suddenly took off Zhao Ying's underwear, took out the thing he had already been angry and arched it between her legs. Zhao Ying hurriedly blocked it with his hands. Half of the swelling thing was left outside. Guo Ye's things were too huge. When he rushed in, Zhao Ying felt a little full pain and screamed:Please slow down, gentler, I'm not ready yet
Guo Ye stopped pushing obediently, and his hands began to wander on her chest from Zhao Ying's neck, playing with her towering breasts. As his fingers plucked on her nipples, Zhao Ying's emotions gradually penetrated, and there was a warm wetness in her place. She couldn't help but twist her butt. He understood and inserted some of the things into them, and then slowly started to thrust.Happiness swept over like waves, Zhao Ying's body slowly entered the good situation under his tune. She began to hum freely, like a lingering violin, melodious and melodious, like crying and complaining. From time to time, there were Guo Ye's refreshing sighs and two crisp sighs, like a soft embellishment of piano music. Guo Ye, a musician, and Zhao Ying, a mother, had their eyes closed, and they were caught in the beautiful melody they played.
She was tumbling under him, and his thrust suddenly started. The thing flew up and down and arched left and right, just like her two petals of fleshy lips were his keys. He played with his thing, and she then made notes of different tones, either long or short, or high or low, and his playing suddenly became wild, and the notes became urgent and dense; the trembling of the body made his performance fall out of standard, and happiness pulled him into her body, which was greater than the gravity of the earth.
After a while, he was panting like a cow sweating profusely. His exhausted look aroused Zhao Ying's pity and tenderness. She pulled the scarf over Chen and tried to wipe it on his forehead.
Zhao Ying's desire at this time is like an old house that is on fire, and it cannot be extinguished, even if it is said so, it is not the same.
If the wind blows harder, the faster the fire extinguishes. To make it burn more vigorously, you must master the wind direction. Methods
She said to him: You lie down and let me come up on them. They hugged and changed their positions. Zhao Ying sat on his lower abdomen with her legs spread out, while his thing stood still erect. She swung her butt and made her body sway up and down, and as she threw the pair of breasts on her chest, swaying temptingly.
The two pointed and hard nipples blinked towards their son like monster eyes. He stood up and opened his mouth and gently held them. The nipples flew into its nest like a bird. A wet warmth quickly passed to her brain. A burst of numbness filled her body. Her body jumped more happily. As her fair body trembled, the nipples flew out again. Even when flying outside, she was thinking about its nest and longed to return to its nest again.
On her son, Zhao Ying calmly grasped the direction of happiness. She was like an excellent band conductor, with the momentum and courage of a master, and was familiar with the rise, turn, inherit, merge, excitement, gentleness, speed and pause.
Guo Ye's thing was struggling hard, and sometimes thrust his waist vigorously, and then she pushed her mother's body down and pushed her hard. So she sometimes pleased him like a bitch, showing off her charm, and keeping lewd words. Sometimes she returned to herself, her heart full of lingering sincere love
The thing of his son was swelling inside her. Zhao Ying knew that it was about to launch him. She fell down on his body and lay down on the bed like a bitch. Guo Ye inserted it from behind her fat ass. This time it was even more compact and full. His hands opened her fat ass, and a finger was fiddling with her anus. The fine nerves around him never made people tease him so much, enhancing the pleasure that Zhao Ying was already hot.
She couldn't help but scream: Son, you are so good at playing, you killed your mother
Then, a thick stream of vaginal fluid came out from the inside of his abdomen. As soon as the warmth soaked on his glans, he couldn't control himself. He thrust hard and stayed at the bottom of her motionless. After a while, he felt the pounding of Huanhuan there. Then, he erupted, and the young man's semen shot up like a sea of rushing, and Zhao Ying shouted happily.
This is a performance of life, a performance of selflessness. It is not until each performer is exhausted, with sweat on his face and panting, and there is a conversation.
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