Zhu Wanyi turned a deaf ear to her charming moans. He casually removed her white underwear and hung her two thin white and straight legs on the armrests on both sides of the chair. Ning Wan couldn't help but lean back against the back of the chair, and her entire door was forced to open, with the center of her body facing the man's gaze.
He felt a fever in his mind, and Ning Wan was panting and thought, could he want to use a brush to dip his vaginal fluid and then write a love letter.
Only by using the water from the lady's hole as ink can this love letter appear to be sincere enough.Zhu Wanyi seemed to be explaining to her kindly, then he held on to the brush and used a little force on his wrist. The tip of the brush immediately brushed into two wet lip.
A strong itch hit the brain, Ning Wan bit her lips and shivered, the soybean-sized hole was constantly moving, and a small stream of vaginal fluid flowed out.
The wolf is taken from the tail of a weasel. The hair is delicate and flexible, stands without bones, lubricated and elastic. When brushing on the most sensitive and delicate parts of the body, the feeling of making the heart itchy and itchy is really unbearable. Ning Wan raised her neck and exhaled, wondering where this nerd learned these tricks of hard work.
Little did he know that Zhu Wanyi, who loved books as much as his life, gradually became interesting in sexual intercourse, so he studied the Huangdi Neijing Suwen thoroughly.
My wife is so juicey, just a pen tip, this water can flow out.
Zhu Wanyi stared at the pen that was bent and bounced up again in his hand. The delicate flowers were pink and tender in color, as beautiful and seductive as a flower that was wet in rain. He became excited after a glance. But today he made up his mind to teach Ning Wan a lesson, so he strongly restrained his impulse and put his pen on the paper with his wrist: Just write a song "Shangxie". There are not many words, but it just shows your state of mind that you will never leave me.
Ning Wan dared not say no, and said intermittently: OK... just write it on evil, wuwu...
As Zhu Wanyi's wrist was moving, he finished writing the upper part, and the juice filled with the tip of the stroke was soaked on the rice paper, leaving a trace of water.
Next, the scholar controlled the tip of the pen and brushed around her hole. Under the strong stimulation, the little flesh that was originally hiding had quietly poked out his head. He used a brush to outline and draw it. Ning Wan's toes straighten her toes, and the inner side of her thighs kept trembling. A creepy numbness spread throughout her body, making her feel that every inch of her bones was itchy, her lower abdomen contracted, and another large stream of vaginal fluid was gushing out.
Ah...It's so itchy, my husband...I can't stand it anymore...
This is what I wrote about the longevity of life.
When the pen holder was pushed into the squirming hole under the control of cleverness, the brush on the tip of the pen scratched the sensitive inner wall, and the stimulation was really life-threatening. She struggled to shrink the corridor, but couldn't bite the lubricated pen tip, and could only let the scholar rotate the pen holder and draw the bend of the inner wall.
I really can't stand it anymore. The itchy feeling, as shown in the picture, was gnawed by insects and ants in every drop of blood, but I couldn't reach out to scratch it.
After being filled with water, she even pulled out the brush. Suddenly, the deep passage was filled with emptiness. Her eyebrows and eyes were full of spring, and her eyes were as silk as silk, twisting her body slightly in order to get more comfort...
Zhu Wanyi, who had finished writing half of the poem, pressed his pen in reverse and knocked on the petals of flesh with punishment: Why do you shout so loudly?
The blood was boiling all over his body, and the desire root under his crotch had already been raised high, and he supported a long cloth shirt to a sudden tent, and he did not hide it. The love poem had already written that the winter thunder shook the summer rain and snow, and after the water stains in front dried up, it also left traces on the rice paper.
A pen holder continued to zip and pick paintings in the wet and tight water hole. She obediently and stopped shouting loudly. Then her teeth fell into her red lips, and sweet breaths came out from her nose, like a feather squirting deep in her heart, and like a hot wind blowing through her internal organs, causing him to roar with passionate blood and shouting with strong desire.
He felt a fever in his mind, and Ning Wan was panting and thought, could he want to use a brush to dip his vaginal fluid and then write a love letter.
Only by using the water from the lady's hole as ink can this love letter appear to be sincere enough.Zhu Wanyi seemed to be explaining to her kindly, then he held on to the brush and used a little force on his wrist. The tip of the brush immediately brushed into two wet lip.
A strong itch hit the brain, Ning Wan bit her lips and shivered, the soybean-sized hole was constantly moving, and a small stream of vaginal fluid flowed out.
The wolf is taken from the tail of a weasel. The hair is delicate and flexible, stands without bones, lubricated and elastic. When brushing on the most sensitive and delicate parts of the body, the feeling of making the heart itchy and itchy is really unbearable. Ning Wan raised her neck and exhaled, wondering where this nerd learned these tricks of hard work.
Little did he know that Zhu Wanyi, who loved books as much as his life, gradually became interesting in sexual intercourse, so he studied the Huangdi Neijing Suwen thoroughly.
My wife is so juicey, just a pen tip, this water can flow out.
Zhu Wanyi stared at the pen that was bent and bounced up again in his hand. The delicate flowers were pink and tender in color, as beautiful and seductive as a flower that was wet in rain. He became excited after a glance. But today he made up his mind to teach Ning Wan a lesson, so he strongly restrained his impulse and put his pen on the paper with his wrist: Just write a song "Shangxie". There are not many words, but it just shows your state of mind that you will never leave me.
Ning Wan dared not say no, and said intermittently: OK... just write it on evil, wuwu...
As Zhu Wanyi's wrist was moving, he finished writing the upper part, and the juice filled with the tip of the stroke was soaked on the rice paper, leaving a trace of water.
Next, the scholar controlled the tip of the pen and brushed around her hole. Under the strong stimulation, the little flesh that was originally hiding had quietly poked out his head. He used a brush to outline and draw it. Ning Wan's toes straighten her toes, and the inner side of her thighs kept trembling. A creepy numbness spread throughout her body, making her feel that every inch of her bones was itchy, her lower abdomen contracted, and another large stream of vaginal fluid was gushing out.
Ah...It's so itchy, my husband...I can't stand it anymore...
This is what I wrote about the longevity of life.
When the pen holder was pushed into the squirming hole under the control of cleverness, the brush on the tip of the pen scratched the sensitive inner wall, and the stimulation was really life-threatening. She struggled to shrink the corridor, but couldn't bite the lubricated pen tip, and could only let the scholar rotate the pen holder and draw the bend of the inner wall.
I really can't stand it anymore. The itchy feeling, as shown in the picture, was gnawed by insects and ants in every drop of blood, but I couldn't reach out to scratch it.
After being filled with water, she even pulled out the brush. Suddenly, the deep passage was filled with emptiness. Her eyebrows and eyes were full of spring, and her eyes were as silk as silk, twisting her body slightly in order to get more comfort...
Zhu Wanyi, who had finished writing half of the poem, pressed his pen in reverse and knocked on the petals of flesh with punishment: Why do you shout so loudly?
The blood was boiling all over his body, and the desire root under his crotch had already been raised high, and he supported a long cloth shirt to a sudden tent, and he did not hide it. The love poem had already written that the winter thunder shook the summer rain and snow, and after the water stains in front dried up, it also left traces on the rice paper.
A pen holder continued to zip and pick paintings in the wet and tight water hole. She obediently and stopped shouting loudly. Then her teeth fell into her red lips, and sweet breaths came out from her nose, like a feather squirting deep in her heart, and like a hot wind blowing through her internal organs, causing him to roar with passionate blood and shouting with strong desire.
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