It was so uncomfortable that I was burning by desire. I pulled off my wife's bra and threw it on the ground. The pair of little demons jumped and appeared in front of me in an instant.
When it comes to sex, my wife is always passive and shy, and I can only show gentleness. We have sex like the continuous drizzle of early spring, and there is no galloping grass clippings flying. Facing my sudden rude behavior, my wife is obviously a little surprised.
I have been manipulated by desire, and I have no time to pay attention to my wife's reaction. I knead the little devil with one hand, twisted the pink bud, and pulled the last small fig cloth with the other hand.
Just as I was about to touch it, my wife suddenly held my hand and looked at her in confusion. I also saw desire in her eyes, but her eyes told me that I could not be here, and she signaled to go to bed.
I really can't understand. It's all this. Why can she still bear to bear the desire now? I can't control so much. Besides, I think it's more interesting here.
I instantly broke away from her hand, pulled the last thin cloth to her knees, and then didn't even take off my shirt, and took off my underwear. The silver spear, which had been so uncomfortable that I had been holding it up, raised my head, like an angry dragon who had been imprisoned for many years and finally escaped from the cage, urgently needed to find a place to vent its full anger
I raised my wife's thigh again and put her on the door. The angry dragon jumped up and down, tumbling, as if trying to find the deep pool. I touched the dragon head and stabbed it at the mouth of the pond. But my wife didn't cooperate at all. She twisted her hips hard and avoided my attack, but she didn't let me do what I wanted.
With the lesson I taught last time, I didn't dare to force it in. I looked up at her, my eyes full of anxiety and longing, and the desire in her eyes were also clearly visible, but she still insisted on going to bed and we confronted each other for a few seconds. In the end, I had to not compromise, sighed secretly, and walked towards the bedroom with her in her arms.
For some reason, after walking back to the bedroom, my desire was no longer as strong as I initially pressed on her, and I wanted to warm up again, but she was different, and seemed to remain in the mood just now. I just kneaded and sucked for a few times, and she couldn't stand it anymore. Her whole body was soft and she was plastered on me like an octopus.
She doesn't like it too intense, so I can only move gently, kiss her face, caress her hair, and slowly caress her body, hoping to get her warm response, but her enthusiasm always remains at a very low level. Although I will respond to me, I only have a small amount of movement, at most I just hug me tightly and caress my back
In my opinion, her cooperation is more like fulfilling her obligations. I teased her passionately. Her response is always so dull. Although this makes me feel a little depressed, the desire in my body is still burning. I must vent it, otherwise I will be driven crazy by it.
I barely carried my gun into battle and rushed into the already turbid deep pool. My wife closed her eyes and didn't even dare to look at me. I was driven in and out by desire, but I couldn't get the pleasure of venting at all. Her moans were pressed down to ignore.
In this rush, I gradually realized that our problem was not solved. We tried our best to go around for most of the time, and it turned out that we had been wandering around in place, but now we returned to the original point.
I was clearly hugging my wife and having sex, but I still thought about something else in my mind. I suddenly felt a little ridiculous. I originally wanted to say it was pathetic, but I felt that using this word was too unfair to my wife.
Halfway through, I suddenly lost interest, and the intoxicating Ye Ziyan appeared in my mind uncontrollably to annoy her infidelity to my wife. I withdrew from her body and turned over and sat on the head of the bed.
When it comes to sex, my wife is always passive and shy, and I can only show gentleness. We have sex like the continuous drizzle of early spring, and there is no galloping grass clippings flying. Facing my sudden rude behavior, my wife is obviously a little surprised.
I have been manipulated by desire, and I have no time to pay attention to my wife's reaction. I knead the little devil with one hand, twisted the pink bud, and pulled the last small fig cloth with the other hand.
Just as I was about to touch it, my wife suddenly held my hand and looked at her in confusion. I also saw desire in her eyes, but her eyes told me that I could not be here, and she signaled to go to bed.
I really can't understand. It's all this. Why can she still bear to bear the desire now? I can't control so much. Besides, I think it's more interesting here.
I instantly broke away from her hand, pulled the last thin cloth to her knees, and then didn't even take off my shirt, and took off my underwear. The silver spear, which had been so uncomfortable that I had been holding it up, raised my head, like an angry dragon who had been imprisoned for many years and finally escaped from the cage, urgently needed to find a place to vent its full anger
I raised my wife's thigh again and put her on the door. The angry dragon jumped up and down, tumbling, as if trying to find the deep pool. I touched the dragon head and stabbed it at the mouth of the pond. But my wife didn't cooperate at all. She twisted her hips hard and avoided my attack, but she didn't let me do what I wanted.
With the lesson I taught last time, I didn't dare to force it in. I looked up at her, my eyes full of anxiety and longing, and the desire in her eyes were also clearly visible, but she still insisted on going to bed and we confronted each other for a few seconds. In the end, I had to not compromise, sighed secretly, and walked towards the bedroom with her in her arms.
For some reason, after walking back to the bedroom, my desire was no longer as strong as I initially pressed on her, and I wanted to warm up again, but she was different, and seemed to remain in the mood just now. I just kneaded and sucked for a few times, and she couldn't stand it anymore. Her whole body was soft and she was plastered on me like an octopus.
She doesn't like it too intense, so I can only move gently, kiss her face, caress her hair, and slowly caress her body, hoping to get her warm response, but her enthusiasm always remains at a very low level. Although I will respond to me, I only have a small amount of movement, at most I just hug me tightly and caress my back
In my opinion, her cooperation is more like fulfilling her obligations. I teased her passionately. Her response is always so dull. Although this makes me feel a little depressed, the desire in my body is still burning. I must vent it, otherwise I will be driven crazy by it.
I barely carried my gun into battle and rushed into the already turbid deep pool. My wife closed her eyes and didn't even dare to look at me. I was driven in and out by desire, but I couldn't get the pleasure of venting at all. Her moans were pressed down to ignore.
In this rush, I gradually realized that our problem was not solved. We tried our best to go around for most of the time, and it turned out that we had been wandering around in place, but now we returned to the original point.
I was clearly hugging my wife and having sex, but I still thought about something else in my mind. I suddenly felt a little ridiculous. I originally wanted to say it was pathetic, but I felt that using this word was too unfair to my wife.
Halfway through, I suddenly lost interest, and the intoxicating Ye Ziyan appeared in my mind uncontrollably to annoy her infidelity to my wife. I withdrew from her body and turned over and sat on the head of the bed.
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