The joy of the young Lynch is like a bell, making waves of peaks, sending Zhou XiaoYàn to the peak of joy again and again
But he ended too fast, too fast, and Zhou XiaoYàn could no longer force himself to finish with his own strength. It was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time. Once it was ignited and erupted, no one could stop the squirting and thrust her into it to gain her satisfaction. When Zhou XiaoYàn felt that he was retreating, she had to wait. Her whole body was spreading gently, tenderly, like a sea-dog grass under the tide, eagerly begging him to go in again, close to her, he did not completely slip away.
In the women's locker room in the swimming pool, in the mirror similar to the wall, there are figures that are clearly black and white.
When Lynch inserted his penis into Zhou XiaoYàn again, her whole body fell forward due to a force rushing from behind. Her hands tightly grabbed the water pipe that was showered naked on the wall, and tried to twist her slender waist to welcome the entry of his hard thing.
This time, his strange, fragile thing, like a child, seemed even more like an excited lover who had been familiar with her for many years, stirring her easily inside her hot. Before he finished, Zhou XiaoYàn had already experienced several orgasms like an ecstasy.
Lynch had long thrown his first debut into the clouds of mist. It was really embarrassing to think about it. Before I could insert the whole thing, I was already unable to escape early.
He wanted to act like a mature man in front of Zhou XiaoYàn. He asked her to lie down and fuck her wildly from behind. Zhou XiaoYàn also cooperated tacitly, bent his body like an arch, and towered his plump butt, allowing him to rush up and down from behind.
Lynch's eyes were facing his snow-white and delicate body, and the two fat lips that tightly slid their things. Around them were strands of frost and dew, making the white stains so sticky that they were entangled and made them into strands. All of this was never before, and only appeared in his dreams.
The spirit galloped, my heart suddenly swayed, and another surging torrent burst out from my lower abdomen.
Zhou XiaoYàn screamed loudly like a cat's resentment, which really scared the young Lynch. He thought his wildness hurt her. He panicked the thing out, but Zhou XiaoYàn shook his body with flowers and spread out, shouting no.
Now, everything is over, Lynch collapses on the wet ground like a broken knife and an arrow, Zhou XiaoYàn is more brilliant because of the satisfaction of love, and his relaxed plump limbs float in the sea of spiritual happiness.
After a while, the two of them gathered under the shower. As the water splashed, they rubbed each other's bodies. Lynch rubbed her very properly, and his palms were filled with unwilling to let go of every pore on her body.
The weather was very good that night, and the moon was hanging obliquely in the sky like a silver comb. Even though it was late at night, you could still see that the sky was blue and blue. Only a few silver-white clouds floated between the moon and the stars.
Zhou XiaoYàn's hair was combed with a pale face. Even after taking a shower and putting on makeup, it would not be able to eliminate the afterglow of love with a man.
She turned around and waited for him as she walked, and Lynch was the same. Even though she was well dressed, her fatigue after sex was still settled in all parts of her body.
Lynch locked the door of the swimming pool, and Zhou XiaoYàn asked: Are you the only one tonight? Yes, the boss is back home with his wife. Lynch smiled at her.
Walking side by side, Zhou XiaoYàn saw a tall figure swaying under the yellow light. The wide plaid shirt, the loose pleats of beach fat pants, showed his figure even more.
They walked to the entrance of the community together. Some migrant workers from other places seemed to be workers on a construction site in the distance. Their faces wrinkled by the summer were restored to their aura. Men and women were chatting and wandering, and the entire community gate seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief.
They found a table at the block of Korean barbecue. The table was placed in the woods with leaves falling. The charcoal fire was booming, and the wire mesh was buckled on it. The fire beads burst out from the mesh, making a crisp sound.
They ordered cold noodles, squid fillets, chicken gizzards, waist flowers, fat cows, and after applying oil, they put on barbed wire, and a fire burst out suddenly, and the white smoke drifted in the direction of the wind
When the clouds in the sky passed by Yue'er, the moon was hooked with sharp corners, and hooked them down and hung them on the corners. When the breeze blew, the lingering cotton was pulled out for a long time, and gradually became thinner and fainter and dissolved into the tiles.
Eating barbecue with frozen beer is perfect, which not only reduces heat and relieves heat. Lynch said, knocking open the lid of the wine bottle on the corner of the table, pouring two cups full
They each sipped the beer in their glasses and looked at them and smiled.
You are such a bad boy, why did you treat me like that? Zhou XiaoYàn said that it is difficult to hide the joy in your heart, and your eyes are brightening without realizing it.
Forgive me, I really can't help it. You are so charming. Every word of his incites to Zhou XiaoYàn's heart, making her iron her
Only a young man can say these words. Other men can't spit such words out of their mouths, and it will look pretentious if they spit them.
Zhou XiaoYàn was surprised that she fell in love with this young and energetic boy from the bottom of her heart. She found this sudden change and began to lie.
She subtracted her age by two years, and she was a very bad age and needed to lie. Realizing this, she was inevitably frustrated.
Of course, considering the young boy's ability to withstand the young mind and certain possibilities, he must lie so that the age gap between them can be made up for.
She also kept talking to him that she had only talked about one man, that is her divorced husband, and that she had never really loved him, had no abortion, had no children, had not had sex for more than a few years, and so on.
Even in the end she even told him that you were my first love
Zhou XiaoYàn deliberately gave up on himself, which indeed attracted the love statement of the young Lynch
She likes this. When she is happy, she can compare herself to a lowly prostitute, after all, she is facing the boy she likes.
Lynch, how long do you have to stay here? Xiao Yàn asked with his eyes shiningly, and he replied: My internship period is also coming, and I am about to graduate. Lynch lowered his head and said: However, I will cherish this relationship with you.
So, we are about to part just now. Zhou XiaoYàn smiled frowning, and his smile showed desolation
I may have to stay for a while and wait for graduation to be assigned. You know, it is almost impossible for me to stay here like me, who came from a young age. Lynch didn't eat much, so he was busy baking it upside down, and then put it in Zhou XiaoYàn's bowl.
Is there no other way? His thoughtful care is warmer than the fire, which makes Zhou XiaoYàn's complexion rosy and her lips are greasy. The barbecue, which has always been disgusting, has become less annoying.
Unless you just do individuals, open a store or run a business, it's not easy, there's nothing, he said, before he knew it, two bottles of beer were empty
It was indeed late at night, and the people around him gradually became scarce. Lynch settled the bill, and both of them were a little drunk.
When they left, they each walked over with a bottle of wine in their hands, splashed and walked side by side, entered the community, and unknowingly arrived at the swimming pool again.
When Lynch opened the door, he found that he said vaguely: Damn, I should have sent you back. After that, he came to help her. She patted his hand and asked him to continue to open the door.
One is to push the boat, the other is to be reluctant to leave, they are plotting to perform the drama of lust again
When the door was opened, Lynch's hands were trembling and his chest was jumping wildly, as if a running horse was about to fly out of his chest.
The key in his hand slid down from his trembling hands several times. Zhou XiaoYàn bent down and picked up from the ground. A round butt was facing him. A pair of long legs in the spacious shorts were as tall as a crane. Lynch tried hard to swallow his saliva. What could not be concealed was the thing that was swelling in his pants. A burst of passion bleeded in his heart and burst into his forehead.
They avoided the neon lamp column by the swimming pool and started chatting while drinking beer. Zhou XiaoYàn's butt was tied into the smooth column. One leg was bent and the other foot was stretched straight. Lynch couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. He didn't dare to look at him too much, for fear that his eyes would shiny and straighten.
They stood face to face. Zhou XiaoYàn told Lynch that his private life was the same as a nun. He hadn't touched a man for a long time, nor had he been touched by a man. Lynch believed it without a doubt.
Zhou XiaoYàn changed her other leg. She had been waiting for a long time, like a small tree that had been ignited for a long time, waiting for the ravage of a storm, but he did not take action for a long time.
He was still talking nonstop, his voice was like a kind of caress, allowing Zhou XiaoYàn to appreciate the joy given by the young man, listen to his voice, look at his eyes and lips, and the hot currents bounced slightly upwards, rushing upwards along the meridians of his legs to his abdomen
The strong thirst and admiration instantly broke the reserve that women should have. She suddenly hugged him, hugging him so tightly that he couldn't be tighter, her face pressed against his waist, and kissed his plaid shirt intoxicatedly.
She impatiently bit off one of his buttons, and got her head into his shirt, her cheeks rubbing against his skin, dizzy, sweetly
Lynch, who asked her to hug her, pressed her body against her hot and hot body
His pants were inexplicably supported and his whole body was shaking
When Zhou Xiao Yàn touched there with his hands in a daze, his waist flashed back and his mouth screamed very clearly: Sister Yàn
At this moment, she scratched the match
With a blink of an eye, his whole body fell, and all his self-control collapsed in an instant
He slightly attached himself to his lower body and wrapped himself in her head, and began to kiss her wildly, her eyes, cheeks, lips, neck
Kissing her hands, her whole body shook trembling with trembling
Start pulling off Zhou XiaoYàn's clothes, taking off her T-shirt, and moving as fast as a turbulent water flow. When he was untiing his bra, he encountered obstacles. He pinched, pulled, squeezed, and struggled for a while and panted, saying: How to solve it, I won't solve it, you can solve it. Zhou XiaoYàn doesn't know if all virgins need help when facing a bra, and she can't remember how her body was peeled off by the time she was eighteen years old.
Lynch couldn't wait for her to unbutton, and drove her bra three inches up. It was like a thirsty person who swept away the floating objects on the water, stretched out his mouth and drank it hurt.
At this time, Zhou XiaoYàn himself freed his bra and loosened it, just like a kind-hearted person bringing a bowl of tea to a hungry and thirsty person. If he drinks it all in one breath, it will be a reward for a kind-hearted person.
Lynch took the big bowl of tea, and was unable to drink hard because of gratitude. His hands trembled, and he licked the edge of the bowl with his tongue. He barely drank a few sips, but he didn't know how to swallow it.
Xiao Yàn's body was teased. She longed for him to drink and swallow. His inability to do so made her angry a little. Then she broke his finger and put it into her mouth, sucked hard to demonstrate. He understood, imitated hard, and tried hard, but it was still irrelevant.
There were a few times when she felt that his mouth was very skillful, just like kissing, and sometimes she became very unfamiliar.
Let Lynch's burning hands wander unhonestly on her hidden body. The trembling feeling made her temporarily forget the resistance that should have between women and men.
Before they knew it, the clothes on both of them had been stripped naked. A big white moon hung high on the treetops at the far end, very much like an eye. Under its gaze, the two naked bodies emitted a luster similar to porcelain in the dark.
Zhou XiaoYàn limply lying down. She pulled her legs apart on the grass. Under the moonlight, she didn't care about making the reserve that a woman should have. She shamelessly turned the gap between her legs towards the young Lynch. Her body had become a pillar of fire running upwards. Her body had long been like a ripe pomegranate, and she cracked open, like the lips of a bird, shouting, it turned out that her desire was as fierce as a beast, but she had not met the right person to ignite it.
He also leaned his predecessor towards her. When he thrust the thing into her, she felt that her plump petals swallowed it in an instant, and the warm flesh inside was pressed against it. He stood still in her for a while, swelling and trembling there.
Lynch felt that there was a novel and thrilling thing fluctuating in the woman under his crotch. He felt her warm flesh buds curled up and sucking. A wonderful pleasure dissolved him, dissolved in her. His heart trembled, and was about to spread out from her. He moaned secretly in his heart, holding his breath and suffocating, closing his eyes tightly, standing tenaciously inside her, and then stood in her for a moment. He felt that she woke up, and there was warm juice fluctuating. The tight wrap seemed to be fluttering with a gentle flame, as gentle as a feather, running straight towards the apex of light.
When he started to twitch, in the sudden and unstoppable desire, it was different from what a few hours ago. He understood the tricks that made women happy. He twitched slowly and rhythmically, with the light and heavy, deep and shallow, slacking the back and forth. She lay down like that, wrapping her limbs tightly around him, unconsciously making wild and subtle moans. At the end, she reached orgasm with the expression of crying and laughing on her eyebrows. Her eyebrows were connected into a line and cried and laughing.
Middle school student Guo Ye is increasingly unable to face his mother calmly. Her plump breasts, slender thighs, and charming buttocks are shaking in front of him every day. Every step he takes, his butt, breasts, and long thighs are shaking.
This often made him feel swaying and unable to control himself. If he could, he would really want to go to Zhao Ying, grab her white and tender hand, push her down, and press her lips, and then sleep on the warm bed, biting her breasts, touching her thighs and all over her body, and putting all her energy into it as I thought in my dream.
Zhao Ying, who had just returned home, took a shower in the bathroom in the bedroom, appeared in the living room with a wet hair. She was wearing a black silk nightgown, with two spacious sleeves floating in the air, revealing a large piece of jade arm.
She sat on the sofa and combed her hair while asking her son Guo Ye who was watching TV.
You ate there for dinner. I went home after eating in a fast food restaurant. Guo Ye was absent-minded. Facing the TV, his eyes couldn't help but look straight at Zhao Ying.
She was cross-legged on the sofa, and the hem of her nightgown contracted, and a piece of snow-white and tender boldly exposed. Guo Ye could even see her silk pink underwear from the top of her thighs, and the provocative lace was faintly awkward.
Zhao Ying didn't want to speak, and her son was silent. So both of them didn't speak for a long time.
She didn't find anything to say, and deliberately gave him a chance, but the silence in the semi-darkness did not feel stiff, but it was very pleasant.
I really should stand up and turn on the lights. Just like this, the mother and son sit opposite each other secretly, what do you mean?
But she sat still, afraid of breaking the relationship between them, the darkness increased little by little, drowning her upper body little by little, as slow as honey, gradually entering a new element, thicker than the air
The sound of the wall clock on the wall makes the room quiet
Guo Ye stood up and wanted to turn on the lights
Don't turn on the lights, she suddenly burst out with resentment, almost as if the child had a child's grace.
The son smiled in surprise and sat down again. Zhao Ying felt her cheeks hotter. Her son's eyes were shiny and heavy liquid. While confronting her in the dark, she was always slipping on her body. She couldn't control her. She couldn't say anything.
Such a warm scene finally broke the sound of the wheels rolling outside the door. Old Guo asked in horror when he entered the door: What happened? Why didn’t the lights turn on? Zhao Ying quickly straightened her body on the sofa. In Guo Ye’s puzzled gaze, she pulled the hem of her nightgown robe.
While changing the indoor shoes, Lao Guo asked his son: Xiaoye, what have you done?
No Ah The son was making a fuss and defended his anger, and he was covered with indignation and concealed his anxiety: Why do you always say that I? The government department where Lao Guo is actually a unit that has little practical work but cannot be missing. Their task is to welcome and send off, receive all kinds of superiors, subordinates, business contacts, and no one can get involved in the eighth lifetime, but they are old friends, old classmates, and old comrades-in-arms
All day long, accompany them to visit, study, visit, drink, eat, listen to music, watch plays, spend all the bundles of money and don't blush.
Sometimes he couldn't help but gushes with Zhao Ying in private. Zhao Ying said that this is the case now, and it has become a custom. At the same time, he also received gifts, and sometimes there were red envelopes.
I'm so busy all day long, you have to listen to your mother's words. Lao Guo said, his son was obviously tired of his tricks, and he threw a sentence: I'm going to sleep, so he went upstairs. Zhao Ying poured a cup of tea and gave it to her husband, and said to him: My son is very obedient. Why do you do this? He has some time to stay at home and always talk about him.
Zhao Ying twisted her body and sat next to him. Only then did Lao Guo realize that there was a smell on his wife's body, which was a smell that made him feel relaxed and happy. He felt that his control over women was getting worse and worse. Although the ancients said that graceful women were good for gentlemen, what a real man still advocated was the quality of Liu Xiahui's staying in a mess.
Zhao Ying's sexy body was right beside him. Lao Guo had been unable to suppress his inner impulse. He grabbed his wife's wrist and pulled her to her side. Zhao Ying screamed and fell down. Lao Guo hugged her tightly. She resisted slightly, supported her hands and buried her face in, but Lao Guo still hugged her tightly. No, the straight body softened suddenly, without any resistance. He hugged her loose body again, and his face was facing her. He felt that his wife had never been so moving. Her long eyelashes were white and straight nose bridge, and her sexy bright red lips were slightly moved. Lao Guo's gentleman side was vulnerable to the face of the romantic and charming wife's arms.
He lowered his head and grabbed her lips. It was soft and wet and had some warmth. After he kissed it like this, he kept struggling again. Zhao Ying, who was resisting, moaned quietly while sending her tongue deep into her husband's mouth. Lao Guo kissed tightly while touching her wrist to her abdomen
In the duplex loft of their house, Guo Ye witnessed the erotic scene in the lower living room.
Zhao Ying has ulterior motives. Her unscrupulous moaning is to please her husband, but rather to lure her son upstairs.
She turned her thick butt to the attic, leaned down and buried her face in her husband's crotch. She held his thing in her mouth and licked it from the bottom, then licked it from the bottom. A tongue that was poked out was wandering around the thing with the mouss, and a slender hand caressed his egg bag
Guo Ye just stayed behind a door. Seeing his father's enthusiasm, he held his mother Zhao Yingheng in his arms and went to their bedroom. From Lao Guo's shoulders, Guo Ye felt his mother's eyes. Zhao Yingtian was shameless, and even when facing his eyes, he was very calm.
His eyes were stuck with hers. When he had to move away, it was like an invisible silk thread. The hidden love was pulled long, wrapped around the top of his father's head, shoulders, the backrest of the seat when he turned, and then entered their bedroom
He only heard the sound of a striking and a striking sound inside, and the sound of a man holding a big mouthful of breath. Guo Ye stood barefoot and tiptoed to the door of their bedroom, peeping at the side of his ears. A strange and slight sound, like a cow stepping on a paddy field, and the sound of a cat licking the bottom of the bowl, the silence in the whole room was simply terrifying, sounding like a record that was still grinding after it was finished singing.
After going further, his mother Zhao Ying began to moan hoarsely. The tone was high and tortuous, and it became louder and louder from the heart from the bottom of his voice. Guo Ye listened to the sound, listened, and listened, his eyes shone and opened wide. Zhao Ying's voice completely attracted his eyes and heart. His hands couldn't help but tremble. He didn't know that the thing he was holding his tightly was so shaking that he danced.
The voice had a powerful charm, exciting, and swept away all the melancholy and troubles that had accumulated in his heart. His eyes were filled with excitement, as if blood was about to flow out.
But he ended too fast, too fast, and Zhou XiaoYàn could no longer force himself to finish with his own strength. It was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time. Once it was ignited and erupted, no one could stop the squirting and thrust her into it to gain her satisfaction. When Zhou XiaoYàn felt that he was retreating, she had to wait. Her whole body was spreading gently, tenderly, like a sea-dog grass under the tide, eagerly begging him to go in again, close to her, he did not completely slip away.
In the women's locker room in the swimming pool, in the mirror similar to the wall, there are figures that are clearly black and white.
When Lynch inserted his penis into Zhou XiaoYàn again, her whole body fell forward due to a force rushing from behind. Her hands tightly grabbed the water pipe that was showered naked on the wall, and tried to twist her slender waist to welcome the entry of his hard thing.
This time, his strange, fragile thing, like a child, seemed even more like an excited lover who had been familiar with her for many years, stirring her easily inside her hot. Before he finished, Zhou XiaoYàn had already experienced several orgasms like an ecstasy.
Lynch had long thrown his first debut into the clouds of mist. It was really embarrassing to think about it. Before I could insert the whole thing, I was already unable to escape early.
He wanted to act like a mature man in front of Zhou XiaoYàn. He asked her to lie down and fuck her wildly from behind. Zhou XiaoYàn also cooperated tacitly, bent his body like an arch, and towered his plump butt, allowing him to rush up and down from behind.
Lynch's eyes were facing his snow-white and delicate body, and the two fat lips that tightly slid their things. Around them were strands of frost and dew, making the white stains so sticky that they were entangled and made them into strands. All of this was never before, and only appeared in his dreams.
The spirit galloped, my heart suddenly swayed, and another surging torrent burst out from my lower abdomen.
Zhou XiaoYàn screamed loudly like a cat's resentment, which really scared the young Lynch. He thought his wildness hurt her. He panicked the thing out, but Zhou XiaoYàn shook his body with flowers and spread out, shouting no.
Now, everything is over, Lynch collapses on the wet ground like a broken knife and an arrow, Zhou XiaoYàn is more brilliant because of the satisfaction of love, and his relaxed plump limbs float in the sea of spiritual happiness.
After a while, the two of them gathered under the shower. As the water splashed, they rubbed each other's bodies. Lynch rubbed her very properly, and his palms were filled with unwilling to let go of every pore on her body.
The weather was very good that night, and the moon was hanging obliquely in the sky like a silver comb. Even though it was late at night, you could still see that the sky was blue and blue. Only a few silver-white clouds floated between the moon and the stars.
Zhou XiaoYàn's hair was combed with a pale face. Even after taking a shower and putting on makeup, it would not be able to eliminate the afterglow of love with a man.
She turned around and waited for him as she walked, and Lynch was the same. Even though she was well dressed, her fatigue after sex was still settled in all parts of her body.
Lynch locked the door of the swimming pool, and Zhou XiaoYàn asked: Are you the only one tonight? Yes, the boss is back home with his wife. Lynch smiled at her.
Walking side by side, Zhou XiaoYàn saw a tall figure swaying under the yellow light. The wide plaid shirt, the loose pleats of beach fat pants, showed his figure even more.
They walked to the entrance of the community together. Some migrant workers from other places seemed to be workers on a construction site in the distance. Their faces wrinkled by the summer were restored to their aura. Men and women were chatting and wandering, and the entire community gate seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief.
They found a table at the block of Korean barbecue. The table was placed in the woods with leaves falling. The charcoal fire was booming, and the wire mesh was buckled on it. The fire beads burst out from the mesh, making a crisp sound.
They ordered cold noodles, squid fillets, chicken gizzards, waist flowers, fat cows, and after applying oil, they put on barbed wire, and a fire burst out suddenly, and the white smoke drifted in the direction of the wind
When the clouds in the sky passed by Yue'er, the moon was hooked with sharp corners, and hooked them down and hung them on the corners. When the breeze blew, the lingering cotton was pulled out for a long time, and gradually became thinner and fainter and dissolved into the tiles.
Eating barbecue with frozen beer is perfect, which not only reduces heat and relieves heat. Lynch said, knocking open the lid of the wine bottle on the corner of the table, pouring two cups full
They each sipped the beer in their glasses and looked at them and smiled.
You are such a bad boy, why did you treat me like that? Zhou XiaoYàn said that it is difficult to hide the joy in your heart, and your eyes are brightening without realizing it.
Forgive me, I really can't help it. You are so charming. Every word of his incites to Zhou XiaoYàn's heart, making her iron her
Only a young man can say these words. Other men can't spit such words out of their mouths, and it will look pretentious if they spit them.
Zhou XiaoYàn was surprised that she fell in love with this young and energetic boy from the bottom of her heart. She found this sudden change and began to lie.
She subtracted her age by two years, and she was a very bad age and needed to lie. Realizing this, she was inevitably frustrated.
Of course, considering the young boy's ability to withstand the young mind and certain possibilities, he must lie so that the age gap between them can be made up for.
She also kept talking to him that she had only talked about one man, that is her divorced husband, and that she had never really loved him, had no abortion, had no children, had not had sex for more than a few years, and so on.
Even in the end she even told him that you were my first love
Zhou XiaoYàn deliberately gave up on himself, which indeed attracted the love statement of the young Lynch
She likes this. When she is happy, she can compare herself to a lowly prostitute, after all, she is facing the boy she likes.
Lynch, how long do you have to stay here? Xiao Yàn asked with his eyes shiningly, and he replied: My internship period is also coming, and I am about to graduate. Lynch lowered his head and said: However, I will cherish this relationship with you.
So, we are about to part just now. Zhou XiaoYàn smiled frowning, and his smile showed desolation
I may have to stay for a while and wait for graduation to be assigned. You know, it is almost impossible for me to stay here like me, who came from a young age. Lynch didn't eat much, so he was busy baking it upside down, and then put it in Zhou XiaoYàn's bowl.
Is there no other way? His thoughtful care is warmer than the fire, which makes Zhou XiaoYàn's complexion rosy and her lips are greasy. The barbecue, which has always been disgusting, has become less annoying.
Unless you just do individuals, open a store or run a business, it's not easy, there's nothing, he said, before he knew it, two bottles of beer were empty
It was indeed late at night, and the people around him gradually became scarce. Lynch settled the bill, and both of them were a little drunk.
When they left, they each walked over with a bottle of wine in their hands, splashed and walked side by side, entered the community, and unknowingly arrived at the swimming pool again.
When Lynch opened the door, he found that he said vaguely: Damn, I should have sent you back. After that, he came to help her. She patted his hand and asked him to continue to open the door.
One is to push the boat, the other is to be reluctant to leave, they are plotting to perform the drama of lust again
When the door was opened, Lynch's hands were trembling and his chest was jumping wildly, as if a running horse was about to fly out of his chest.
The key in his hand slid down from his trembling hands several times. Zhou XiaoYàn bent down and picked up from the ground. A round butt was facing him. A pair of long legs in the spacious shorts were as tall as a crane. Lynch tried hard to swallow his saliva. What could not be concealed was the thing that was swelling in his pants. A burst of passion bleeded in his heart and burst into his forehead.
They avoided the neon lamp column by the swimming pool and started chatting while drinking beer. Zhou XiaoYàn's butt was tied into the smooth column. One leg was bent and the other foot was stretched straight. Lynch couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. He didn't dare to look at him too much, for fear that his eyes would shiny and straighten.
They stood face to face. Zhou XiaoYàn told Lynch that his private life was the same as a nun. He hadn't touched a man for a long time, nor had he been touched by a man. Lynch believed it without a doubt.
Zhou XiaoYàn changed her other leg. She had been waiting for a long time, like a small tree that had been ignited for a long time, waiting for the ravage of a storm, but he did not take action for a long time.
He was still talking nonstop, his voice was like a kind of caress, allowing Zhou XiaoYàn to appreciate the joy given by the young man, listen to his voice, look at his eyes and lips, and the hot currents bounced slightly upwards, rushing upwards along the meridians of his legs to his abdomen
The strong thirst and admiration instantly broke the reserve that women should have. She suddenly hugged him, hugging him so tightly that he couldn't be tighter, her face pressed against his waist, and kissed his plaid shirt intoxicatedly.
She impatiently bit off one of his buttons, and got her head into his shirt, her cheeks rubbing against his skin, dizzy, sweetly
Lynch, who asked her to hug her, pressed her body against her hot and hot body
His pants were inexplicably supported and his whole body was shaking
When Zhou Xiao Yàn touched there with his hands in a daze, his waist flashed back and his mouth screamed very clearly: Sister Yàn
At this moment, she scratched the match
With a blink of an eye, his whole body fell, and all his self-control collapsed in an instant
He slightly attached himself to his lower body and wrapped himself in her head, and began to kiss her wildly, her eyes, cheeks, lips, neck
Kissing her hands, her whole body shook trembling with trembling
Start pulling off Zhou XiaoYàn's clothes, taking off her T-shirt, and moving as fast as a turbulent water flow. When he was untiing his bra, he encountered obstacles. He pinched, pulled, squeezed, and struggled for a while and panted, saying: How to solve it, I won't solve it, you can solve it. Zhou XiaoYàn doesn't know if all virgins need help when facing a bra, and she can't remember how her body was peeled off by the time she was eighteen years old.
Lynch couldn't wait for her to unbutton, and drove her bra three inches up. It was like a thirsty person who swept away the floating objects on the water, stretched out his mouth and drank it hurt.
At this time, Zhou XiaoYàn himself freed his bra and loosened it, just like a kind-hearted person bringing a bowl of tea to a hungry and thirsty person. If he drinks it all in one breath, it will be a reward for a kind-hearted person.
Lynch took the big bowl of tea, and was unable to drink hard because of gratitude. His hands trembled, and he licked the edge of the bowl with his tongue. He barely drank a few sips, but he didn't know how to swallow it.
Xiao Yàn's body was teased. She longed for him to drink and swallow. His inability to do so made her angry a little. Then she broke his finger and put it into her mouth, sucked hard to demonstrate. He understood, imitated hard, and tried hard, but it was still irrelevant.
There were a few times when she felt that his mouth was very skillful, just like kissing, and sometimes she became very unfamiliar.
Let Lynch's burning hands wander unhonestly on her hidden body. The trembling feeling made her temporarily forget the resistance that should have between women and men.
Before they knew it, the clothes on both of them had been stripped naked. A big white moon hung high on the treetops at the far end, very much like an eye. Under its gaze, the two naked bodies emitted a luster similar to porcelain in the dark.
Zhou XiaoYàn limply lying down. She pulled her legs apart on the grass. Under the moonlight, she didn't care about making the reserve that a woman should have. She shamelessly turned the gap between her legs towards the young Lynch. Her body had become a pillar of fire running upwards. Her body had long been like a ripe pomegranate, and she cracked open, like the lips of a bird, shouting, it turned out that her desire was as fierce as a beast, but she had not met the right person to ignite it.
He also leaned his predecessor towards her. When he thrust the thing into her, she felt that her plump petals swallowed it in an instant, and the warm flesh inside was pressed against it. He stood still in her for a while, swelling and trembling there.
Lynch felt that there was a novel and thrilling thing fluctuating in the woman under his crotch. He felt her warm flesh buds curled up and sucking. A wonderful pleasure dissolved him, dissolved in her. His heart trembled, and was about to spread out from her. He moaned secretly in his heart, holding his breath and suffocating, closing his eyes tightly, standing tenaciously inside her, and then stood in her for a moment. He felt that she woke up, and there was warm juice fluctuating. The tight wrap seemed to be fluttering with a gentle flame, as gentle as a feather, running straight towards the apex of light.
When he started to twitch, in the sudden and unstoppable desire, it was different from what a few hours ago. He understood the tricks that made women happy. He twitched slowly and rhythmically, with the light and heavy, deep and shallow, slacking the back and forth. She lay down like that, wrapping her limbs tightly around him, unconsciously making wild and subtle moans. At the end, she reached orgasm with the expression of crying and laughing on her eyebrows. Her eyebrows were connected into a line and cried and laughing.
Middle school student Guo Ye is increasingly unable to face his mother calmly. Her plump breasts, slender thighs, and charming buttocks are shaking in front of him every day. Every step he takes, his butt, breasts, and long thighs are shaking.
This often made him feel swaying and unable to control himself. If he could, he would really want to go to Zhao Ying, grab her white and tender hand, push her down, and press her lips, and then sleep on the warm bed, biting her breasts, touching her thighs and all over her body, and putting all her energy into it as I thought in my dream.
Zhao Ying, who had just returned home, took a shower in the bathroom in the bedroom, appeared in the living room with a wet hair. She was wearing a black silk nightgown, with two spacious sleeves floating in the air, revealing a large piece of jade arm.
She sat on the sofa and combed her hair while asking her son Guo Ye who was watching TV.
You ate there for dinner. I went home after eating in a fast food restaurant. Guo Ye was absent-minded. Facing the TV, his eyes couldn't help but look straight at Zhao Ying.
She was cross-legged on the sofa, and the hem of her nightgown contracted, and a piece of snow-white and tender boldly exposed. Guo Ye could even see her silk pink underwear from the top of her thighs, and the provocative lace was faintly awkward.
Zhao Ying didn't want to speak, and her son was silent. So both of them didn't speak for a long time.
She didn't find anything to say, and deliberately gave him a chance, but the silence in the semi-darkness did not feel stiff, but it was very pleasant.
I really should stand up and turn on the lights. Just like this, the mother and son sit opposite each other secretly, what do you mean?
But she sat still, afraid of breaking the relationship between them, the darkness increased little by little, drowning her upper body little by little, as slow as honey, gradually entering a new element, thicker than the air
The sound of the wall clock on the wall makes the room quiet
Guo Ye stood up and wanted to turn on the lights
Don't turn on the lights, she suddenly burst out with resentment, almost as if the child had a child's grace.
The son smiled in surprise and sat down again. Zhao Ying felt her cheeks hotter. Her son's eyes were shiny and heavy liquid. While confronting her in the dark, she was always slipping on her body. She couldn't control her. She couldn't say anything.
Such a warm scene finally broke the sound of the wheels rolling outside the door. Old Guo asked in horror when he entered the door: What happened? Why didn’t the lights turn on? Zhao Ying quickly straightened her body on the sofa. In Guo Ye’s puzzled gaze, she pulled the hem of her nightgown robe.
While changing the indoor shoes, Lao Guo asked his son: Xiaoye, what have you done?
No Ah The son was making a fuss and defended his anger, and he was covered with indignation and concealed his anxiety: Why do you always say that I? The government department where Lao Guo is actually a unit that has little practical work but cannot be missing. Their task is to welcome and send off, receive all kinds of superiors, subordinates, business contacts, and no one can get involved in the eighth lifetime, but they are old friends, old classmates, and old comrades-in-arms
All day long, accompany them to visit, study, visit, drink, eat, listen to music, watch plays, spend all the bundles of money and don't blush.
Sometimes he couldn't help but gushes with Zhao Ying in private. Zhao Ying said that this is the case now, and it has become a custom. At the same time, he also received gifts, and sometimes there were red envelopes.
I'm so busy all day long, you have to listen to your mother's words. Lao Guo said, his son was obviously tired of his tricks, and he threw a sentence: I'm going to sleep, so he went upstairs. Zhao Ying poured a cup of tea and gave it to her husband, and said to him: My son is very obedient. Why do you do this? He has some time to stay at home and always talk about him.
Zhao Ying twisted her body and sat next to him. Only then did Lao Guo realize that there was a smell on his wife's body, which was a smell that made him feel relaxed and happy. He felt that his control over women was getting worse and worse. Although the ancients said that graceful women were good for gentlemen, what a real man still advocated was the quality of Liu Xiahui's staying in a mess.
Zhao Ying's sexy body was right beside him. Lao Guo had been unable to suppress his inner impulse. He grabbed his wife's wrist and pulled her to her side. Zhao Ying screamed and fell down. Lao Guo hugged her tightly. She resisted slightly, supported her hands and buried her face in, but Lao Guo still hugged her tightly. No, the straight body softened suddenly, without any resistance. He hugged her loose body again, and his face was facing her. He felt that his wife had never been so moving. Her long eyelashes were white and straight nose bridge, and her sexy bright red lips were slightly moved. Lao Guo's gentleman side was vulnerable to the face of the romantic and charming wife's arms.
He lowered his head and grabbed her lips. It was soft and wet and had some warmth. After he kissed it like this, he kept struggling again. Zhao Ying, who was resisting, moaned quietly while sending her tongue deep into her husband's mouth. Lao Guo kissed tightly while touching her wrist to her abdomen
In the duplex loft of their house, Guo Ye witnessed the erotic scene in the lower living room.
Zhao Ying has ulterior motives. Her unscrupulous moaning is to please her husband, but rather to lure her son upstairs.
She turned her thick butt to the attic, leaned down and buried her face in her husband's crotch. She held his thing in her mouth and licked it from the bottom, then licked it from the bottom. A tongue that was poked out was wandering around the thing with the mouss, and a slender hand caressed his egg bag
Guo Ye just stayed behind a door. Seeing his father's enthusiasm, he held his mother Zhao Yingheng in his arms and went to their bedroom. From Lao Guo's shoulders, Guo Ye felt his mother's eyes. Zhao Yingtian was shameless, and even when facing his eyes, he was very calm.
His eyes were stuck with hers. When he had to move away, it was like an invisible silk thread. The hidden love was pulled long, wrapped around the top of his father's head, shoulders, the backrest of the seat when he turned, and then entered their bedroom
He only heard the sound of a striking and a striking sound inside, and the sound of a man holding a big mouthful of breath. Guo Ye stood barefoot and tiptoed to the door of their bedroom, peeping at the side of his ears. A strange and slight sound, like a cow stepping on a paddy field, and the sound of a cat licking the bottom of the bowl, the silence in the whole room was simply terrifying, sounding like a record that was still grinding after it was finished singing.
After going further, his mother Zhao Ying began to moan hoarsely. The tone was high and tortuous, and it became louder and louder from the heart from the bottom of his voice. Guo Ye listened to the sound, listened, and listened, his eyes shone and opened wide. Zhao Ying's voice completely attracted his eyes and heart. His hands couldn't help but tremble. He didn't know that the thing he was holding his tightly was so shaking that he danced.
The voice had a powerful charm, exciting, and swept away all the melancholy and troubles that had accumulated in his heart. His eyes were filled with excitement, as if blood was about to flow out.
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