For nearly fifty minutes, Meilu had been sitting in front of the telescope, masturbating in disguise.
The couple in the field of vision were playing all kinds of fancy styles. The middle-aged writer had a very rare sexual fetish. His soft drooping penis seemed to be unresponsive. The woman grabbed the boots she took off and poked into his asshole with the heel. The front of him seemed to be supported by the heel, and he stood up again.
The satisfied queen left the boots behind his butt, unzipped the leather pants, and the cracked gap was vertically exposed, just right, full and mature female organs
Turning around, the queen sat on the writer's face, just like that head, just worthy of communicating with her ass
The lying man raised his legs and posed the poses that women often made when having sex so that the boots behind the butt could find the right space for existence, which looked extremely funny
He held the fat and round butt on his face with both hands, and licked his tongue along the cracks that were opened, licking the wet pubic hair and light brown labia in a mess, and finally found the bright red beans hidden inside.
The moment the most sensitive flower bud was sucked into the mouth by the man, the proud queen frowned and opened her mouth comfortably, as if to reward the obedient slave. Her seemingly weak hands grabbed the boots tightly, pressed the heel into the deep part of the man's anus, slowly pulled it out, and then inserted it hard.
The twisted 69 lasted for nearly fifteen minutes. When both of them were about to reach orgasm, the queen suddenly stopped and pinched the root of her cock tightly.
The writer who was having a blowjob for a woman was thrusting his head hard and buried his thick tongue hard in the vagina full of saliva and honey. His lips were tightly pressed against his perineum and clitoris, and he tried his best to suck it into his mouth, just as if he wanted to suck everything from the woman's mysterious cave into his stomach.
She raised her head comfortably to the back. The queen seemed to have reached an orgasm, but she pushed the writer's hand at the base of her penis even harder. No matter how strong the ejaculation feeling was, there was no way to do it under such a powerful closure.
After twitching the penis twice, calming again, the queen then let go of her fingers and took a rubber ring with a delicate iron buckle on it, like an exquisite pocket belt
After pulling the belt to the bottom of the penis and tightening it hard, the erect cock became a little purple, and the coiled blue veins protruded to the limit.
As if I was very satisfied with this effect, the queen took off her leather underwear, held the high heels inserted into the writer's asshole with her hands behind her back, aimed it at the purple-black glans, and slowly sat down.
It should be a very painful thing, but the fat middle-aged man was mixed with a large dose of happiness on his twisted face.
Finally, in front of the telescope, she saw an incredible scene when she didn't know what time she had orgasm.
The writer's whole body began to spasm violently, and every inch of his muscles was shaking like an electric shock. Outside his tight teeth, white sticky foam kept flowing out of his slightly opened fat lips.
The queen in leather dress was panicked and started massage the man's chest at a loss.
Meilu looked at the eyepiece, so nervous that she didn't dare to breathe. She wanted to see the final result but unexpectedly, at this moment, the camera shook twice, and suddenly it turned black
What, what's going on? She took a photo of the lens tube twice and leaned over. It was still dark inside. Not only did she not have the scene just now, but she also did not have the opposite bedroom she should have seen.
The fatigue after orgasm made her unable to study this strange situation. Maybe it was a new and weird technology, such as a telescope-like playback device.
She thought so, climbed onto the bed naked, pulled the quilt and fell asleep
The next day, she realized the shock of the matter
The chat tool she uses is always very responsible and pops up in the lower right corner regardless of whether you want to see the news. In a news that pops up that day, the name of the writer she saw last night was clearly shown in the news she saw last night.
I immediately opened the search engine and searched for relevant descriptions in various blocked news
The most direct and clear part is that the writer died suddenly in the hotel, an hour after the real time when she saw the scene of death last night
She looked at the telescope still standing by the window and was stunned.
The couple in the field of vision were playing all kinds of fancy styles. The middle-aged writer had a very rare sexual fetish. His soft drooping penis seemed to be unresponsive. The woman grabbed the boots she took off and poked into his asshole with the heel. The front of him seemed to be supported by the heel, and he stood up again.
The satisfied queen left the boots behind his butt, unzipped the leather pants, and the cracked gap was vertically exposed, just right, full and mature female organs
Turning around, the queen sat on the writer's face, just like that head, just worthy of communicating with her ass
The lying man raised his legs and posed the poses that women often made when having sex so that the boots behind the butt could find the right space for existence, which looked extremely funny
He held the fat and round butt on his face with both hands, and licked his tongue along the cracks that were opened, licking the wet pubic hair and light brown labia in a mess, and finally found the bright red beans hidden inside.
The moment the most sensitive flower bud was sucked into the mouth by the man, the proud queen frowned and opened her mouth comfortably, as if to reward the obedient slave. Her seemingly weak hands grabbed the boots tightly, pressed the heel into the deep part of the man's anus, slowly pulled it out, and then inserted it hard.
The twisted 69 lasted for nearly fifteen minutes. When both of them were about to reach orgasm, the queen suddenly stopped and pinched the root of her cock tightly.
The writer who was having a blowjob for a woman was thrusting his head hard and buried his thick tongue hard in the vagina full of saliva and honey. His lips were tightly pressed against his perineum and clitoris, and he tried his best to suck it into his mouth, just as if he wanted to suck everything from the woman's mysterious cave into his stomach.
She raised her head comfortably to the back. The queen seemed to have reached an orgasm, but she pushed the writer's hand at the base of her penis even harder. No matter how strong the ejaculation feeling was, there was no way to do it under such a powerful closure.
After twitching the penis twice, calming again, the queen then let go of her fingers and took a rubber ring with a delicate iron buckle on it, like an exquisite pocket belt
After pulling the belt to the bottom of the penis and tightening it hard, the erect cock became a little purple, and the coiled blue veins protruded to the limit.
As if I was very satisfied with this effect, the queen took off her leather underwear, held the high heels inserted into the writer's asshole with her hands behind her back, aimed it at the purple-black glans, and slowly sat down.
It should be a very painful thing, but the fat middle-aged man was mixed with a large dose of happiness on his twisted face.
Finally, in front of the telescope, she saw an incredible scene when she didn't know what time she had orgasm.
The writer's whole body began to spasm violently, and every inch of his muscles was shaking like an electric shock. Outside his tight teeth, white sticky foam kept flowing out of his slightly opened fat lips.
The queen in leather dress was panicked and started massage the man's chest at a loss.
Meilu looked at the eyepiece, so nervous that she didn't dare to breathe. She wanted to see the final result but unexpectedly, at this moment, the camera shook twice, and suddenly it turned black
What, what's going on? She took a photo of the lens tube twice and leaned over. It was still dark inside. Not only did she not have the scene just now, but she also did not have the opposite bedroom she should have seen.
The fatigue after orgasm made her unable to study this strange situation. Maybe it was a new and weird technology, such as a telescope-like playback device.
She thought so, climbed onto the bed naked, pulled the quilt and fell asleep
The next day, she realized the shock of the matter
The chat tool she uses is always very responsible and pops up in the lower right corner regardless of whether you want to see the news. In a news that pops up that day, the name of the writer she saw last night was clearly shown in the news she saw last night.
I immediately opened the search engine and searched for relevant descriptions in various blocked news
The most direct and clear part is that the writer died suddenly in the hotel, an hour after the real time when she saw the scene of death last night
She looked at the telescope still standing by the window and was stunned.
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