Mrs. Wen, what size do you think of your foot? It's so beautiful, and your stockings wrap your beautiful feet is so sexy. I can't help but want to go up and kiss a few times.
You...Your distortion - let me go quickly...My husband is about to go home, and you will be dead by then
Wen Qian's weak voice sounded, and Ma Xiaole was wiping her feet like this, and a strong sense of stimulation and shame immediately arose.
Just now, she was there alone to admire Hong Kong and Taiwan h-films, making her whole body warm and numb. Now that Ma Xiaole was touched like this, she felt very uncomfortable. She curled up on the sofa and wanted to struggle hard and squirmed for several times to make herself feel more comfortable, but soon she was disappointed and still had no strength. Ma Xiaole's powerful true energy had made it difficult for her, an ordinary person, to move.
Haha, I have warned you not to threaten me with your husband. When he comes back, I will still be here. Let him be our audience. If her husband is enjoying such a happy performance, it would be great
you……
Wen Qian was so angry that she couldn't speak when Ma Xiaole said that, she almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Haha, Mrs. Wen, please hand over the information, and don’t set up a chastity archway for me here. If you want to die, just bite your tongue and commit suicide. Ah, I will not stop you from committing suicide. If you don’t want to die, then obey me and let me fuck you. Then hand over all the information from gangs in various places to me. You can copy it quietly to me and hide it from your husband.
Ma Xiaole began to coerce and tempt
Wen Qian was so angry that she was so angry that she was purple when Ma Xiaole said that. After all, Ma Xiaole was so shameless. No matter how she said that she would not change Ma Xiaole's decision. This made Wen Qian feel like she was about to collapse. After so many years, who would dare to live like this to her?
Who dared to touch her like this?
Handsome guy, can you let me go? Don’t touch me again. I’ll ask you to leave the information. Can you leave my house now?
Then Wen Qian began to compromise
Haha, it's too late. I just gave you a chance. Who made you arouse my desire? If you want to go, you still have to give information.
After Ma Xiaole finished speaking, he crawled under Wen Qian's beautiful feet again
Then he began to stick out his tongue and began to lie down gently, kissing Wen Qian's beautiful feet. The beautiful feet were only 36. The feet were very small for such a woman. The toenails were decorated and looked very beautiful, and there was also nail polish. The snow-white beautiful feet were wrapped in the soles of mesh stockings. The seductive toenails moved slightly at this time, adding a few more charms.
Ma Xiaole couldn't help swallowing a hard saliva, and then began to kiss her. From her ankle to her instep, Ma Xiaole's tongue wandered on her beautiful feet like a wriggling earthworm.
Wen Qian just felt itchy, giggle...
I let out a few itchy laughs, don't...don't do this...Little brother...don't treat my aunt like this
Wen Qian began to beg for mercy and said
But how could Ma Xiaole care about Wen Qian’s words?
On the contrary, Wen Qian's words stimulated Ma Xiaole's nerves, and Ma Xiaoleke also began to increase his strength even more.
Wen Qian's feet are beautiful, very beautiful, Ma Xiaole doesn't know what language can be thought of to describe those beautiful feet. This woman is well maintained, and her feet are very fragrant, very fragrant, so Ma Xiaole wonders if Wen Qian uses perfume to soak her feet every day when she washes her feet.
Ma Xiaole kissed her gently, from the instep to the toenails falling from her instep to the other foot
It's constantly kissing there, like kissing the most beautiful handicraft in the world
Then how could Wen Qian bear such stimulation?
Little brother, don’t treat my aunt like this anymore, okay? I will copy the specific information of the major gangs in Taiwan to you immediately. Can you let me go? You made me feel so uncomfortable like this, and I feel so guilty, I’m so sorry for my husband... Can you let me go? Little brother, Auntie beg you
Wen Qian begged for mercy again, her eyes half open, but she didn't look at her eyes and she brought a little more enjoyment, as if she was still enjoying the current situation.
Haha...good...Madam Wen...good obediently, I don't mean to hurt you, so just obey me, okay? I gave it to me, you are also a woman, don't you need it too? I think Governor Ma should not be able to satisfy you in this regard, otherwise you wouldn't do such a thing quietly at home alone
Ma Xiaole stopped, looked at Wen Qian and said softly, he wanted to obey Wen Qian's promise
When Wen Qian heard Ma Xiaole's words, her face turned red again. Don't talk about what happened just now, she was so embarrassed. I'm not the kind of woman who cheated on her husband. I'm the first lady in Taiwan, and there are a large group of paparazzi staring at me at any time. Yes, my husband can't satisfy me. He is now middle-aged and his body is getting weaker and weaker, but then I can't just mess with you here like this, and my husband is going home soon. Little handsome guy, aunt, please, can you let me go?
Wen Qian also softened her heart at this time. For this Ma Xiaole, she finally understood that she had to be humble.
Haha, why are you afraid of? Mrs. Wen, your husband won’t come home so soon. I promise you that we will finish it early, okay? As long as you don’t tell your husband, no one will know what happened today. Can’t you enjoy it?
Ma Xiaole's faint voice sounded
At this time, Wen Qian, who was lying on the sofa, found a place where Ma Xiaole was. Her big eyes noticed Ma Xiaole's pants - crotch, and she couldn't help but be shocked, because Ma Xiaole's pants - crotch - crotch was so high that a big tent was just supporting it.
Wow... so big... such a big tent, I wonder if the thing inside is as big as a donkey?
Wen Qian's heart couldn't help but feel shocked, and she began to think like a dream
After Ma Xiaole noticed that Wen Qian's eyes gradually became ambiguous, she held Wen Qian's beautiful feet here, looked at the beautiful feet and then leaned on her face, rubbing gently on her face. It was really unspeakable that the bottom of the mesh stockings rubbed against her face.
Mrs. Wen, your feet are so small and beautiful. Those ancient women who tie their feet are not as small as yours!
You...Your distortion - let me go quickly...My husband is about to go home, and you will be dead by then
Wen Qian's weak voice sounded, and Ma Xiaole was wiping her feet like this, and a strong sense of stimulation and shame immediately arose.
Just now, she was there alone to admire Hong Kong and Taiwan h-films, making her whole body warm and numb. Now that Ma Xiaole was touched like this, she felt very uncomfortable. She curled up on the sofa and wanted to struggle hard and squirmed for several times to make herself feel more comfortable, but soon she was disappointed and still had no strength. Ma Xiaole's powerful true energy had made it difficult for her, an ordinary person, to move.
Haha, I have warned you not to threaten me with your husband. When he comes back, I will still be here. Let him be our audience. If her husband is enjoying such a happy performance, it would be great
you……
Wen Qian was so angry that she couldn't speak when Ma Xiaole said that, she almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
Haha, Mrs. Wen, please hand over the information, and don’t set up a chastity archway for me here. If you want to die, just bite your tongue and commit suicide. Ah, I will not stop you from committing suicide. If you don’t want to die, then obey me and let me fuck you. Then hand over all the information from gangs in various places to me. You can copy it quietly to me and hide it from your husband.
Ma Xiaole began to coerce and tempt
Wen Qian was so angry that she was so angry that she was purple when Ma Xiaole said that. After all, Ma Xiaole was so shameless. No matter how she said that she would not change Ma Xiaole's decision. This made Wen Qian feel like she was about to collapse. After so many years, who would dare to live like this to her?
Who dared to touch her like this?
Handsome guy, can you let me go? Don’t touch me again. I’ll ask you to leave the information. Can you leave my house now?
Then Wen Qian began to compromise
Haha, it's too late. I just gave you a chance. Who made you arouse my desire? If you want to go, you still have to give information.
After Ma Xiaole finished speaking, he crawled under Wen Qian's beautiful feet again
Then he began to stick out his tongue and began to lie down gently, kissing Wen Qian's beautiful feet. The beautiful feet were only 36. The feet were very small for such a woman. The toenails were decorated and looked very beautiful, and there was also nail polish. The snow-white beautiful feet were wrapped in the soles of mesh stockings. The seductive toenails moved slightly at this time, adding a few more charms.
Ma Xiaole couldn't help swallowing a hard saliva, and then began to kiss her. From her ankle to her instep, Ma Xiaole's tongue wandered on her beautiful feet like a wriggling earthworm.
Wen Qian just felt itchy, giggle...
I let out a few itchy laughs, don't...don't do this...Little brother...don't treat my aunt like this
Wen Qian began to beg for mercy and said
But how could Ma Xiaole care about Wen Qian’s words?
On the contrary, Wen Qian's words stimulated Ma Xiaole's nerves, and Ma Xiaoleke also began to increase his strength even more.
Wen Qian's feet are beautiful, very beautiful, Ma Xiaole doesn't know what language can be thought of to describe those beautiful feet. This woman is well maintained, and her feet are very fragrant, very fragrant, so Ma Xiaole wonders if Wen Qian uses perfume to soak her feet every day when she washes her feet.
Ma Xiaole kissed her gently, from the instep to the toenails falling from her instep to the other foot
It's constantly kissing there, like kissing the most beautiful handicraft in the world
Then how could Wen Qian bear such stimulation?
Little brother, don’t treat my aunt like this anymore, okay? I will copy the specific information of the major gangs in Taiwan to you immediately. Can you let me go? You made me feel so uncomfortable like this, and I feel so guilty, I’m so sorry for my husband... Can you let me go? Little brother, Auntie beg you
Wen Qian begged for mercy again, her eyes half open, but she didn't look at her eyes and she brought a little more enjoyment, as if she was still enjoying the current situation.
Haha...good...Madam Wen...good obediently, I don't mean to hurt you, so just obey me, okay? I gave it to me, you are also a woman, don't you need it too? I think Governor Ma should not be able to satisfy you in this regard, otherwise you wouldn't do such a thing quietly at home alone
Ma Xiaole stopped, looked at Wen Qian and said softly, he wanted to obey Wen Qian's promise
When Wen Qian heard Ma Xiaole's words, her face turned red again. Don't talk about what happened just now, she was so embarrassed. I'm not the kind of woman who cheated on her husband. I'm the first lady in Taiwan, and there are a large group of paparazzi staring at me at any time. Yes, my husband can't satisfy me. He is now middle-aged and his body is getting weaker and weaker, but then I can't just mess with you here like this, and my husband is going home soon. Little handsome guy, aunt, please, can you let me go?
Wen Qian also softened her heart at this time. For this Ma Xiaole, she finally understood that she had to be humble.
Haha, why are you afraid of? Mrs. Wen, your husband won’t come home so soon. I promise you that we will finish it early, okay? As long as you don’t tell your husband, no one will know what happened today. Can’t you enjoy it?
Ma Xiaole's faint voice sounded
At this time, Wen Qian, who was lying on the sofa, found a place where Ma Xiaole was. Her big eyes noticed Ma Xiaole's pants - crotch, and she couldn't help but be shocked, because Ma Xiaole's pants - crotch - crotch was so high that a big tent was just supporting it.
Wow... so big... such a big tent, I wonder if the thing inside is as big as a donkey?
Wen Qian's heart couldn't help but feel shocked, and she began to think like a dream
After Ma Xiaole noticed that Wen Qian's eyes gradually became ambiguous, she held Wen Qian's beautiful feet here, looked at the beautiful feet and then leaned on her face, rubbing gently on her face. It was really unspeakable that the bottom of the mesh stockings rubbed against her face.
Mrs. Wen, your feet are so small and beautiful. Those ancient women who tie their feet are not as small as yours!
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