The peach tree can withstand this kind of blowing, and there is no power to resist at all. The fairy peach rolls and falls on the ground, making a puff sound.
I held my wife's slender waist tightly and let out a low growl from time to time in the face of the storm. She was able to bear it. Her eyebrows were sometimes stretched, sometimes tightened, her screams were sometimes rapid, sometimes sharp,
I gritted my teeth and rushed to repay her love. Her tenderness. Everything she gave me might be too devoted or infected. Soon she got into the state, holding her hands randomly, occasionally biting the corner of her mouth. It seemed that every time she entered and exited, she could bring her an incomparable pleasure.
This also stimulated me. I reached out to comfort me, rubbed, squeezed the crazy jumping snowball, maybe it was a desire, she took advantage of the opportunity to grab my hand tightly and didn't let go
The last two layers of fabric have not yet faded and are still hanging on her body. However, with this violent movement, the upper body layer has slipped to the waist and the lower body, which is only peeled off by me, and opened Taoyuan. As the sky suddenly changes, you can clearly see the traces of being wet by the rain.
The fabric is squeezed beside me. Every time I enter and exit, it brings greater pressure and creates greater pleasure, forcing me to fight back with stronger rain. The electric flowers flow in our bodies, blending and gathering into a bunch, constantly rushing, burning our bodies, making us sink deeper and deeper in desire, unable to reincarnate.
The heat generated by friction seemed to ignite me soon, and even the rain could not be extinguished. Maybe I found someone to die together, or maybe I hope the heavy rain would come more violently. I gritted my teeth, hugged my two white long legs tightly, put them on my shoulders, and then supported my hands on the bed, supporting my whole body, and once again, making the most violent impact.
Every time the impact was like a palm slapping on the tender flesh, making a crisp sound, and the impact quickly became rosy. Although the speed slowed down, the power was surprisingly great. Every time the impact swayed her back and forth, trembling endlessly. Then there were even more sharp screams, as if she was being tortured and being beaten by a whip.
It's like a domino, which instantly brings up a chain reaction. The impact point is the first card you push. Then the white and tender body reacts, which is then passed on to the bed, swirling back to my body, stimulating me to hit again.
She was like she was in a typhoon and had nowhere to stay. Maybe she wanted to find a support or maybe she wanted to seek comfort. Her hands grabbed me and kept rubbing her back. She pinched her legs that were folded on my shoulders, swaying weakly, bringing up white shadows, as if she was swinging on a swing.
Maybe it was because the friction was too hot, or maybe it was because the body was hot, even if she didn't work, she was sweating and fell into confusion, slightly opening her mouth, and began to talk nonsense. Although she couldn't hear what she was mumbling, I knew she must be very happy, satisfied, and drunk
Sparks are jumping, melting our spirits, and electric current is moving, driving our body's slender waists to start to twist, and the chanting becomes rich. Every friction and collision is like drilling into an oil field and bringing out a large area of oil.
Peach trees also seek a way to settle down in the wind and rain, that is, move with the wind, stay safe everywhere, only cater to it, not to touch it head-on. It is like using softness to overcome hardness. When my strong impact hits a ball of soft cotton, I soon lose all my energy and fall into the quagmire and cannot extricate myself.
The force of contraction is getting bigger and bigger, making me difficult to move, but she is becoming smarter and smarter. Sometimes she shrinks her waist and wants to refuse, and sometimes she opens her legs and asks you to get into the trap. I am so funny that she is so irritated by her fancy tricks and tricks that she can't stand and can't resist.
I can't eat, but I can't walk. I don't know if she suddenly had a flash of inspiration or the moves she learned from other places. I have to say that they are very useful and very effective. After a few strokes, I felt that my whole body was hot and the energy began to gather uncontrollably, which made me both distressed and excited, because it was so cool, and the pleasure was like a mountain torrent that broke through the dam, rushing towards me, flooding everything along the way.
I was naturally unwilling to surrender. Since I couldn't control it, I took the initiative to go out and struggled to hold her waist tightly, holding her tightly, not letting her escape, lifted her slender waist, placed it flat on her waist, and contacted her hands to recycle her hands at a tighter distance. The high-frequency sprint made the speed even faster.
And this is almost the most in-depth contact state. Every time it hits the deepest point, her slightly closed eyes opened instantly, holding her neck raising, and screaming in confusion as I hit me as if I was not hitting my body, but her soul, allowing her to scream from the inside out, from the heart
I was also very happy to see her excited and lost, and my body responded the most directly. Every time I moved forward, it was like moving forward in the cracks, and every time I exited, it was like retreating in the eyes of the wind, bringing me incredible pleasure, happiness, and every cell was jumping
As if she was eager to vent her anger, she wanted to invite me to explode together. She pinched me tightly with her hands, the wet and thirsty corners of her mouth, and looked at my eyes confusedly and said, "Hurry up, here we are coming, here we are coming..."
I held my wife's slender waist tightly and let out a low growl from time to time in the face of the storm. She was able to bear it. Her eyebrows were sometimes stretched, sometimes tightened, her screams were sometimes rapid, sometimes sharp,
I gritted my teeth and rushed to repay her love. Her tenderness. Everything she gave me might be too devoted or infected. Soon she got into the state, holding her hands randomly, occasionally biting the corner of her mouth. It seemed that every time she entered and exited, she could bring her an incomparable pleasure.
This also stimulated me. I reached out to comfort me, rubbed, squeezed the crazy jumping snowball, maybe it was a desire, she took advantage of the opportunity to grab my hand tightly and didn't let go
The last two layers of fabric have not yet faded and are still hanging on her body. However, with this violent movement, the upper body layer has slipped to the waist and the lower body, which is only peeled off by me, and opened Taoyuan. As the sky suddenly changes, you can clearly see the traces of being wet by the rain.
The fabric is squeezed beside me. Every time I enter and exit, it brings greater pressure and creates greater pleasure, forcing me to fight back with stronger rain. The electric flowers flow in our bodies, blending and gathering into a bunch, constantly rushing, burning our bodies, making us sink deeper and deeper in desire, unable to reincarnate.
The heat generated by friction seemed to ignite me soon, and even the rain could not be extinguished. Maybe I found someone to die together, or maybe I hope the heavy rain would come more violently. I gritted my teeth, hugged my two white long legs tightly, put them on my shoulders, and then supported my hands on the bed, supporting my whole body, and once again, making the most violent impact.
Every time the impact was like a palm slapping on the tender flesh, making a crisp sound, and the impact quickly became rosy. Although the speed slowed down, the power was surprisingly great. Every time the impact swayed her back and forth, trembling endlessly. Then there were even more sharp screams, as if she was being tortured and being beaten by a whip.
It's like a domino, which instantly brings up a chain reaction. The impact point is the first card you push. Then the white and tender body reacts, which is then passed on to the bed, swirling back to my body, stimulating me to hit again.
She was like she was in a typhoon and had nowhere to stay. Maybe she wanted to find a support or maybe she wanted to seek comfort. Her hands grabbed me and kept rubbing her back. She pinched her legs that were folded on my shoulders, swaying weakly, bringing up white shadows, as if she was swinging on a swing.
Maybe it was because the friction was too hot, or maybe it was because the body was hot, even if she didn't work, she was sweating and fell into confusion, slightly opening her mouth, and began to talk nonsense. Although she couldn't hear what she was mumbling, I knew she must be very happy, satisfied, and drunk
Sparks are jumping, melting our spirits, and electric current is moving, driving our body's slender waists to start to twist, and the chanting becomes rich. Every friction and collision is like drilling into an oil field and bringing out a large area of oil.
Peach trees also seek a way to settle down in the wind and rain, that is, move with the wind, stay safe everywhere, only cater to it, not to touch it head-on. It is like using softness to overcome hardness. When my strong impact hits a ball of soft cotton, I soon lose all my energy and fall into the quagmire and cannot extricate myself.
The force of contraction is getting bigger and bigger, making me difficult to move, but she is becoming smarter and smarter. Sometimes she shrinks her waist and wants to refuse, and sometimes she opens her legs and asks you to get into the trap. I am so funny that she is so irritated by her fancy tricks and tricks that she can't stand and can't resist.
I can't eat, but I can't walk. I don't know if she suddenly had a flash of inspiration or the moves she learned from other places. I have to say that they are very useful and very effective. After a few strokes, I felt that my whole body was hot and the energy began to gather uncontrollably, which made me both distressed and excited, because it was so cool, and the pleasure was like a mountain torrent that broke through the dam, rushing towards me, flooding everything along the way.
I was naturally unwilling to surrender. Since I couldn't control it, I took the initiative to go out and struggled to hold her waist tightly, holding her tightly, not letting her escape, lifted her slender waist, placed it flat on her waist, and contacted her hands to recycle her hands at a tighter distance. The high-frequency sprint made the speed even faster.
And this is almost the most in-depth contact state. Every time it hits the deepest point, her slightly closed eyes opened instantly, holding her neck raising, and screaming in confusion as I hit me as if I was not hitting my body, but her soul, allowing her to scream from the inside out, from the heart
I was also very happy to see her excited and lost, and my body responded the most directly. Every time I moved forward, it was like moving forward in the cracks, and every time I exited, it was like retreating in the eyes of the wind, bringing me incredible pleasure, happiness, and every cell was jumping
As if she was eager to vent her anger, she wanted to invite me to explode together. She pinched me tightly with her hands, the wet and thirsty corners of her mouth, and looked at my eyes confusedly and said, "Hurry up, here we are coming, here we are coming..."
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